For a Man, According to Man...

For a man, according to man standards in America, I'm quite sure I cry too much.  I don't think it's a bad thing.  I don't cry over spilled milk, but I've got myself into some pretty bad situations and just generally stressed myself out a lot over the years.  Crying ensues at these times.  Also when my brother died I cried nearly every day for a year.

ReformedAutomaton ReformedAutomaton
41-45, M
5 Responses Jun 20, 2007

Jane didn't pretend not to see, she was just bloody oblivious! It was quitting time and I could have been comitting Harah-Kiri and she would not have noticed!<br />
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Justin just happens to be the nicest person I know. It tickles me that he noticed after I had pulled myself together, while Jane didn't notice when I was falling apart!<br />
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Justin and I happened to work together at two different companies consequetively. <br />
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We seldom phone each other now that we live in different cities.

Wow that is surprising that the woman would pretend like everything is fine when you were crying. Some people can't accept a man crying...It's good your other co-worker at least cared. Thanks for sharing!

I seem to have delayed reaction.<br />
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I didn't cry when my foster mother died. I had visited her in the cancer ward while she slowly died. I went for three months. I went before work, after work and at lunch time.<br />
When she died I didn't shed a tear. I just felt so tired.<br />
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When my grandmother died two weeks later things were different. I had been very close to my grandmother. She had lived with her when I was a little boy. I was at the office when my biological mother called with the news. <br />
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I remember having told someone at the office that I was sick and tired of death. I had told her that couldn’t handle it anymore. A favourite aunt of mine had also died in the week.<br />
I put the phone down and bawled. A female colleague at the next desk looked at her watch and realized that it was quitting time. She packed her bag, gave me a cheery wave and was off. So much for female intuition!<br />
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A male colleague saw me and came rushing up to my desk. Seeing this six foot lunk in a state calmed me down and made me realize that men don’t cry.<br />
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I tried to talk, I tried to tell Justin to go home, that it was all right, but he would have none of it. (Suspicious blighter that he is.)<br />
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After a while all l could hiccough was: “They’re all dead now. No-one in my extended family cares anything for me now. I’m alone. The one’s who wanted to understood, they’re all dead now.”

LOL...that is really sad and funny at the same time...thanks! Maybe you had pent up sadness from your fathers death that came out with the death of the dog. I cry a lot when my dogs die though.

I didn't cry when my father died, but I lost it when I put down his very sick dog six months later. <br />
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The vet was beside himself. <br />
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I must have looked good, bawling my eyes out, wetting the collar of my military uniform and holding on to the dead Rottweiler *****! <br />
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He let me out the back door. I suppose he didn't want the ladies with their dainty laps-dogs to see a 120kg soldier go in with a 60kg dog and come out wailing like a banshee. That would have been good for business!