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When Was The Last Time You Cried?

When and why, if you don’t mind disclosing?

Do you think its acceptable for men to cry?

Last time I cried was about a year ago.

I cried when I had to push my eye back in after the accident. Well…I actually didn’t cry then because there was quite a bit on my mind. But I am sure some tears were shed at some point.

[quote]Professor X wrote:
I cried when I had to push my eye back in after the accident. Well…I actually didn’t cry then because there was quite a bit on my mind. But I am sure some tears were shed at some point.[/quote]

Push your eye back in? That sounds like a rather nasty accident. What happened?

PS. I’m pretty sure I’d have cried at that too!

I cried this morning while masturbating…

[quote]gonepostal wrote:
I cried this morning while masturbating…[/quote]

I do that every night. Its always a hard decision what bit to use the tissue on first, eyes/cheeks or jizz?

I usually go for the jizz, I heard its like moisturizer

At a mates funeral, 6 months ago

[quote]pgtips wrote:

[quote]gonepostal wrote:
I cried this morning while masturbating…[/quote]

I do that every night. Its always a hard decision what bit to use the tissue on first, eyes/cheeks or jizz?

I usually go for the jizz, I heard its like moisturizer[/quote]

lol touche.

[quote]Professor X wrote:
I cried when I had to push my eye back in after the accident. Well…I actually didn’t cry then because there was quite a bit on my mind. But I am sure some tears were shed at some point.[/quote]

I hope you rinsed it off first. I hate having gritty stuff in the front of my eyes, let alone the back of them.

5 years ago, when my first GF broke up with me.

I’ve been fortunate enough not to have anybody close to me die up until this point in my life, so yeah. That’s about the only reason, except maybe incredible pain, that I could see myself crying for.

At church the other day.

CS

Im gonna sound nuts, and probably get called a troll, but Ill be honest. Sorry in advance for the length of this post.

It was tonight. I thought about my ex and the last time I ever saw her son. She broke up with me a while back, I went through a real hard time for a while. I started drinking a lot and ended up trying to kill myself. I got locked up in a psychiatric hospital for a week and almost dropped out of college (physicians assistant accelerated masters program/pre med).

I love that little guy. Youve never seen a more adorable 2 year old. Blonde hair, blue eyes. Loved blues clues and to play with matchbox cars with me. I hope that maybe theres a way that I can be in his life some day, even though I dont think it will be possible. You know, I never understood why my dad always wanted to play catch with me when I was little, until I met this kid. Its weird, but I get it now. It was never about baseball, it was that he wanted to just spend time with me.

I tried to get rid of all the things my ex gave me because I couldnt stand to look at it every day, but I just didnt have it in me to get rid of this one picture of them. I keep it with me. Its of her holding him at a baseball game I missed while I was away at college. Sometimes when its late at night and I miss them, I look at it and I cant help but wonder if he remembers me at all.

-Zep

I havnt cried since i was about 8 my mum told me of a story when i was 10 and my old man hit me with the belt for being a little brat and got scared because i didn’t cry I’ve also had love ones die and not cried but every one is different ive seen guys i was in the army with cry at basic training and or on deployment. Every one is different and i think it’s ok to cry when ever you feel the need to.

Unless you are on a reality tv show and you have just been booted off.

[quote]Zeppelin0731 wrote:
Im gonna sound nuts, and probably get called a troll, but Ill be honest. Sorry in advance for the length of this post.

It was tonight. I thought about my ex and the last time I ever saw her son. She broke up with me a while back, I went through a real hard time for a while. I started drinking a lot and ended up trying to kill myself. I got locked up in a psychiatric hospital for a week and almost dropped out of college (physicians assistant accelerated masters program/pre med). I love that little guy. Youve never seen a more adorable 2 year old. Blonde hair, blue eyes. Loved blues clues and to play with matchbox cars with me. I hope that maybe theres a way that I can be in his life some day, even though I dont think it will be possible. You know, I never understood why my dad always wanted to play catch with me when I was little, until I met this kid. Its weird, but I get it now. It was never about baseball, it was that he wanted to just spend time with me.

I tried to get rid of all the things my ex gave me because I couldnt stand to look at it every day, but I just didnt have it in me to get rid of this one picture of them. I keep it with me. Its of her holding him at a baseball game I missed while I was away at college. Sometimes when its late at night and I miss them, I look at it and I cant help but wonder if he remembers me at all.

-Zep[/quote]

That’s sweet.
Sorry it didn’t work out.

Dad material for sure. Never get down on yourself for loving someone.

Good luck with your future.

[quote]Zeppelin0731 wrote:
Im gonna sound nuts, and probably get called a troll, but Ill be honest. Sorry in advance for the length of this post.

It was tonight. I thought about my ex and the last time I ever saw her son. She broke up with me a while back, I went through a real hard time for a while. I started drinking a lot and ended up trying to kill myself. I got locked up in a psychiatric hospital for a week and almost dropped out of college (physicians assistant accelerated masters program/pre med). I love that little guy. Youve never seen a more adorable 2 year old. Blonde hair, blue eyes. Loved blues clues and to play with matchbox cars with me. I hope that maybe theres a way that I can be in his life some day, even though I dont think it will be possible. You know, I never understood why my dad always wanted to play catch with me when I was little, until I met this kid. Its weird, but I get it now. It was never about baseball, it was that he wanted to just spend time with me.

I tried to get rid of all the things my ex gave me because I couldnt stand to look at it every day, but I just didnt have it in me to get rid of this one picture of them. I keep it with me. Its of her holding him at a baseball game I missed while I was away at college. Sometimes when its late at night and I miss them, I look at it and I cant help but wonder if he remembers me at all.

-Zep[/quote]

Awwwwww. I kinda know that feel bro. A little bit. Not like you, but a little.

[quote]pgtips wrote:

[quote]Professor X wrote:
I cried when I had to push my eye back in after the accident. Well…I actually didn’t cry then because there was quite a bit on my mind. But I am sure some tears were shed at some point.[/quote]

Push your eye back in? That sounds like a rather nasty accident. What happened?

PS. I’m pretty sure I’d have cried at that too![/quote]

x2! What does one have to do to have their eye popped out by accident? Oo

I’m weird this way. I’ll cry at the stupidest shit on television, but then not when it’s appropriate to cry. The last time I can remember crying though was sometime last year when I was drunk with whisky and lamenting G.S.Heron’s death. I wasn’t even thinking about it initially. I was just on my way home, had a notion to listen to him and then like an epiphany it dawned on me that that was it - he was gone. I actually pm’d ID about it as I don’t personally know anyone else really who appreciated his input as much as I did. That made me weep a little more.

It wasn’t pure ‘balling my eyes out waking up Mrs Stern’ or anything, but yea, ahem, anyway.
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Oh and T. Waits ‘Kentucky Avenue’ really gets to me as well for some reason. Repeatedly.

For anyone who doesn’t know it it begins with subtlety; a tender and amusing recollection of childhood memories - kissing girls, stealing cigarettes to smoke, playing with friends etc. But then it takes a serious turn when you realise this isn’t just a trip down memory lane but a heartfelt ballad about a disabled friend, or family member, and a child’s ability to help a friend escape harsh reality with just a little bit of imagination:

"I’ll take the spokes from your wheelchair
and a magpie’s wings
and tie 'em to your shoulders and your feet.
I’ll steal a hacksaw from my dad
and cut the braces off your legs…
and we’ll bury them tonight out in the cornfield.

Just put a church key in your pocket
we’ll hop that freight train in the hall
and slide all the way down the drain
to New Orleans…

in the fall."

Get me every fucking time. Waits sings it with such incredible conviction that you’re certain it’s his childhood he’s talking about.

Around last Halloween I was kicked out of a party by an old friend
Because I wouldn’t apologize for calling a fat chick a fat chick.

I had originally been pretty drunk and trying to hit on said fat chick
but she was being a total bitch and started ignoring me. this Infuriated me.
so I yelled out something along the lines of “Don’t ignore me you fat bitch! I’m the only one here stooping low enough to hit on your fat Ass!”

Naturally Everyone at the party wanted to act like a hero and try to talk me into apologizing or some shit. The only thing I was sorry for was actually trying to talk to the fat cunt so I was escorted out.

I cried while walking back to my friends apartment because I thought
If she had been kicked out instead of me she might have lost a few pounds walking that fat ass home.
:frowning:

[quote]tonypluto wrote:
Around last Halloween I was kicked out of a party by an old friend
Because I wouldn’t apologize for calling a fat chick a fat chick.

I had originally been pretty drunk and trying to hit on said fat chick
but she was being a total bitch and started ignoring me. this Infuriated me.
so I yelled out something along the lines of “Don’t ignore me you fat bitch! I’m the only one here stooping low enough to hit on your fat Ass!”

Naturally Everyone at the party wanted to act like a hero and try to talk me into apologizing or some shit. The only thing I was sorry for was actually trying to talk to the fat cunt so I was escorted out.

I cried while walking back to my friends apartment because I thought
If she had been kicked out instead of me she might have lost a few pounds walking that fat ass home.
:([/quote]

What the fuck did I just read?

[quote]Nards wrote:

What the fuck did I just read?
[/quote]

The vile tale of a bad ass lol.

I can safely say that I have not cried since the last time we have had this thread. So, not in the last couple of months at least.