highwindows wrote: 
The constant gardener made me weep for ages.  Not sure why it got me quite so bad, but it really did!

Onions

Scenes from a few movies come to mind, that always do it for me;
* Elephant man
* Manon des sources
* One flew over the Cuckoo's nest

 bokey wrote: 


god do I feel like that more than a few times

 BlueHeronDruid wrote: 
Well, I am kind of a mental weakling. Perhaps you could take over my brain and make me do that, except I have no brain. I work off an old TRS- 80 I have stashed in the closet. I hack soldered an RJ-45 plug into the cassette jack, cause I have one of those in my ankle(Cat5 input)but it's kind of a bummer when I get up in the morning and forget about it when I go out to get the paper, cause the cable is only like 10 feet long and gets yanked out and  then I'm out there in the driveway without my brain plugged in. Sucks, I  tell ya.

 bokey wrote: 
You eff with my Birdio and I'll beat you to a bloody pulp with my own hands. Or maybe with your hands. Your choice. I'd prefer your own.

 manbirdexperiment wrote: 
I'll call you names until you cry, Shirley.

 

 BlueHeronDruid wrote: 
I can do a good sarcastic cry, though.... well, boo hoo hoo hoo hoo. Whaaa. wookit me cwying. whaaaa. 
But that's about it. It'll come back to me. Eventually. 

 manbirdexperiment wrote: 
Taken as a direct answer to the question, excellent point. :)

 bokey wrote: 
I'd never kick my Birdio. And the only reason I'd be happy to help him cry is if he really wanted to. But I wouldn't use physical pain. Mostly, I'd just listen to him.

 manbirdexperiment wrote: 
I bet BHD could fix that in a hurry. The shin kicking thing is just for people she likes.

 For you, she'd likely bring the pain.

 

Moments of beauty locked within anguish.
Stolen innocence.
Fruits of Mercy.
Childlessness.
Fearlessness.
Assurance.
Unspeakable sorrow.
Humble resolve.
Cruelty.
The Joy of a reconciled heart.

 manbirdexperiment wrote: 
no more water in the well? i am beginning to understand that feeling.

 manbirdexperiment wrote: 

 manbirdexperiment wrote: 
Not even if you watch Old Yeller?

Not being able to cry. 

 JustineFromWyoming wrote: 
Yipes!

Profound beauty. Parades. Tales of human kindness. Beethoven's Symphony #9, "Ode to Joy".

O Freunde, nicht diese Tone

 Leslie wrote: 
I'm not totally there yet, either, still getting (irregular) periods, but wow am I on an emotional rollercoaster (one that isn't related at all to what's going on with Mom, cos it started WAY before that). I can't have anything remotely like a real conversation with anyone in real life without tearing up for no good reason. The people in my life have begun to take it as it comes and realize that even if tears are streaming down my face (and they often are), it's just hormones, for the most part.

@ bokey, right. Feet can just get bigger. I don't know if they actually grow, but they aren't "flattening."

Wow. Lost mothers. No beating around the bush here!

My mother passed away 4 years ago. It was the most terrible thing I have ever witnessed, worst by far of everything. It haunts me somewhat. But there is some natural insulation with time. Which is good, because I wouldn't be able to carry that around with me.

I didn't cry. Just because I don't really except for movies. I think I would though. Given the right conditions I think I would cry about everything, just everything, just for the sake of it. All the times I didn't plus some for good measure.