Well leave it to Mom On A Mission to get me on here typing up crap about what makes me cry...PMS does seem to rule the faucets in my eyes and there is nothing like a good sob to clean out the head. I figure it's some toxic level of hormones that drives those moments when you just break down over the little stuff. My hubby has witnessed it first hand - something simple will just set me a balling - some minor ugly like the dish washer is broken and the next thing you know I'm all wha wha wha.
Do any of you remember when Meg Ryan's character in Harry Met Sally is balling her eyes out because her x-boyfriend is getting married? Harry asks why is this so bad? And she is hysterically sobbing about having kids - someday? Those kind of crying sessions are just so good -well once there over [!]...
I'm not much of a public crier - like at weddings - it comes from a very stiff up bringing of Protestant origins. No public crying even if your sister has just torn off your head. You must "appear" to perfect and happy at all times- in public. If you want to cry make sure no one is aware of it and do it alone. This in general is not a healthy way to grow up and I think it leads to much more crying ummm - later in life. But I don't shed too many tears of it now - I got that all out in my twenties.
Some songs can crack me for a quick set of tears - Level 42's Through the Years and Live to Tell by Madonna. And of course the song my hubby and I danced to when we got married - Sean Colvin There Will Always Be something to believe In. Some movies get me going too, like Steal Magnolias and A River Runs Through It. Stories in the paper or books that include being cruel to an animal-well it's a wonder I'm not a vegan.
The slaughter of people in Iraq, Afghanistan just make me angry sometimes with tears. The world can get me crying pretty quick if I let it.
Some cries come deep and heavy though- they creep up on you - you can start to feel their presence like a thunderstorm - you know it's going to rain - it's a matter of when. Then boom lightening strikes. Cracking open your solar plexus, you can feel the spirit of that emotion split you in half and forces your diaphram to push all the stale air right out of the bottom of your lungs. These cries are driven from a place of real sorrow - deep loss or a hurt so bad that when you realize the emotional connection with someone or something so dear to you is gone the only way to honor it is to cry with your whole body. Those are the ones that even later in life - you think back to that cry and it still hurts.
Dark Elegy, by Suse Lowenstein who lost her son in the ill fated Pan Am flight 103 that was bombed over Lockerbee, Scotland in 1988 captures that kind of deep cry best.
Well blah blah blah - there are other cries too but it's time for bed. Just thought I share since Kris got me started -- and BTW Krissie - well she's seen me cry!
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