Movies usually won't do it. But a couple of particular songs will, guaranteed, every time -- if I let the associations in, that is.

Of course, go a couple days without sleep and all bets are off.

Stout adverts..... I'm such a romatic sap.

Baby Jesus.

and the band played Waltzing Matilda,
as they wheeled us down the gangway
but nobody cheered, they just stood and stared
or turned their faces away...

I cry every time I hear it. Or just hum it to myself.

I'm starting to cry now...

Me too, nomis. It's 100% reliable. Same with "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald".

I actually cry over the news quite often. I don't do much hurt-feelings or sad-thoughts sort of crying though. I could possibly cry a bit over any kind of silly, sappy scene on teevee or in a movie, while remaining perfectly cynical and unmoved intellectually, which is kind of weird. But there's that theory that crying rids the body of certain toxins (or something to that effect), so I put it down to that and just consider myself a healthy crier.

I actually cry over the news quite often. I don't do much hurt-feelings or sad-thoughts sort of crying though.

I'm similar. Show me a sappy movie, play me a beautiful song and I'll cry like a baby. But when it comes to my own life, things that hurt me personally, I don't cry. I actually become quite numb when dealing with my own tragedies.

"President Bush"

JRun.

grouse wins!

Rescue scenes in movies. Damn, I love it when the cavalry arrives, when Rick shoots Strosser and puts Ilsa on the plane, when The Captain and crew pick the guy off the top of the building in Riders of the Storm or the DC-6 comes barreling in at the finale of High Risk.

*tears up*

Good one, grousy!

and, warbaby - you're just a big soft plushbunny.

Sports stories of people overcoming. It's wierd. Very rarely in my own life.

That scene in Harold and Maude where she throws his gift in the water and says, "Now I'll always know where it is."

Any Wonder Years episode dealing with Karen and her Dad. (Which is odd, because I have a great relationship with mine.)

As I get older, I find I do a lot more choked up "happy" tears than sad or self-pitying ones.

Nothing makes me cry. I don't cry. I'm neither happy nor unhappy, which is the way I like it, so no crying here.

I very rarely cry - unless, of course, it's a certain time of the month. At which point, sad country songs will do it. Christmas music. That horrible damn song about the little boy who just wants to get his mother some shoes for Christmas because she's dying in the shack up on the mountain? Argh. I hate myself for crying and that makes me cry even harder.

Oh, and threads about romance. Waaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!

Oh, no! Don't cry, mygothlaundry!

We love you!

And I'll clobber that silly little Christmas boy for you!

I cry when I'm angry. Which is awkward.

hic. . snif you. . you say you love me but do you ever send me flowers? Or shoes? Are shoes too much to ask? After all I do? Nobody loves me! Waaaaaaaaahhhh!!

And, you know, why the hell does the woman want shoes if she's dying? She ain't walkin' out of that shack.

mrs.pants so do I! When I really loose, the waterworks (and perhaps a baseball bat) comes a flyin'. It is best to get out of the way when you notice that my hands are shaking, because I am about to blow.

working so hard to get rid of that. Kinda tamed it now but oh buy was that horrible when I was a teenager. Can't really demand respect when you're seemingly weeping....

when I really loose it

dabitch I get the shakin hands too! It's so awkward when people misread it as "Oh she's sad!" when really you're so mad you're about to go ballistic.

Oh, and threads about romance. Waaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!
posted by mygothlaundry 24 July | 11:38

I didn't mean to make you cry, mygoth, I was just feeling curious after being continually accused of being a boy trapped in a gal's body, but maybe I'm just daft.

movies often (just last night after the meetup, Made for Each Other was on, and i was sobbing), tv shows sometimes, only songs that are connected to past bad breakup boyfriends--and when any member of my family or closest circle of friends cries, it makes me cry too.

...when any member of my family or closest circle of friends cries, it makes me cry too.

Yeah, that's a guaranteed dam unleasher. Also if I'm holding it together pretty well and someone I love hugs me or gives me the "pity eyes," I lose all my hard-fought self control. Which means I usually deliver bad news like this, "Hi, hon! How was your day? I'm headed to my mom's because my grandfather's dead. See ya!"

no worries, frisbee, I'm just teasing. And having a rough nonexistent romantic life. Which is okay, anyway.

The Goldberg Variations often get me.
And I don't know why.

"God bless us, every one," in Scrooged particularly.

Same with "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald"

At seven p.m. the main hatchway caved in, he said, "Fellas, it's been good to know you."

Oh god, even just typing that I get chills. *cries*

And not "God bless us, everyone", but the scene in the earlier part of the movie, the Alistair Sim version, where Scrooge is taken back into the past to his sister's deathbed, and at last hears her dying words, "Take care of my little boy," and he bursts out, "Forgive me, Fan!"

Oh crap. *cries*

But yeah really I'm big and tough. Unless I'm watching some stupid commercial or friggin' show which features family members, especially mothers and children, being reunited. Gah.

And to my shame, I once lost it over the video of that Garth Brooks song about the Oklahoma bombings. It was all that positive race relations stuff.

I am going to hide now.

And news reports about battered children, you know, those horrible ones following inquests into why social services didn't notice that the kid had like twenty-seven broken bones before he was finally brought into emergency in a coma. *sobs uncontrollably*

And there are songs that I love so much it tears me into pieces just to listen to them. Strauss' Four Last Songs in its entirety. Sigur Ros' Svefn-g-englar. How to Disappear Completely, by Radiohead-- the first "I'm not here, this isn't happening," and I'm instantly choked up. The love duets from Boheme and Madame Butterfly and the death scenes from same (that "Corragio!", addressed to Rodolfo just as he realizes that Mimi is dead just friggin' kills me every time). British Sea Power's A Wooden Horse. Elbow's Scattered Black and Whites. Godspeed You! Black Emperor's Storm.

Etcetera.

Just off the top of my head.

Until a few months ago, I rarely cried at anything except major upsets or conflicts in my life. Movies would get me occasionally. I don't watch many sad movies, so I don't know if that's gotten worse, but now I cry at things I've never cried at before: moving songs, terrible news items, books...I've turned into a big baby.

Oh, I also cry when I get really frustrated with inanimate objects, after I'm done raging. Man, I hate it when inanimate objects give me grief.

Man, everything makes me cry. Sports movies, insurance commercials, my life, PBS documentaries on Bobby Kennedy--everything. I cry like twice a week. I don't think it makes me a baby though. More like easily affected. And that's not so bad.

Movies ('Il Postino' and 'American Beauty' are two biggies) often make me cry, commercials, too. 'The Giving Tree' by Shel Silverstein. Beethoven's 9th, Ricki Lee Jones' version of 'I'll Be Seeing You' and 'Somewhere Over The Rainbow/What A Wonderful World' by Israel Kamakawiwo'ole (totally overused but still so simple and powerful and I always hear Satchmo hum-singing along in the back of my mind). Seeing kindness between strangers and happy children/loving family dynamics.

Unfortunately, I also cry when I'm truly moved by frustration, even more unfortunately, I'm prone to hyper-ventilating during said circumstances as well. There are few things as pathetically comical as watching a 35 year old woman crying and yelling "Fu-hu-hu-huck YOU!" and stomping off to calm her bruised ego.

Also, this poem by John Updike. Big fat sobs. Every time.


Dog's Death

She must have been kicked unseen or brushed by a car.
Too young to know much, she was beginning to learn
To use the newspapers spread on the kitchen floor
And to win, wetting there, the words, "Good dog!
Good dog!"

We thought her shy malaise was a shot reaction.
The autopsy disclosed a rupture in her liver.
As we teased her with play, blood was filling her skin
And her heart was learning to lie down forever.

Monday morning, as the children were noisily fed
And sent to school, she crawled beneath the youngest's bed.
We found her twisted and limp but still alive.
In the car to the vet's, on my lap, she tried

To bite my hand and died. I stroked her warm fur
And my wife called in a voice imperious with tears.
Though surrounded by love that would have upheld her,
Nevertheless she sank and, stiffening, disappeared.

Back home, we found that in the night her frame,
Drawing near to dissolution, had endured the shame
Of diarrhoea and had dragged across the floor
To a newspaper carelessly left there. Good dog.

Dang you Frisbee Girl 'Il Postino' makes me weep at the mere thought of it. *cries*

holds dabitch

hat drop = crying.

I cry at everything. I was watching Biography on J.K. Rowling and I teared up. I tear up at puppy commercials, I teared up hearing about the Tour de France results. I flat out cry during emotional movies (Where the Red Fern Grows gets me every damn, freakin' time--book and movie), I cry when other people cry, I cry when I'm pissed, I've even been known to cry when I reached the end of a book I loved and I didn't want it to be over.

i'll cry at anything but no one makes me cry but me

I actually sobbed out loud at the conclusion of Iris, the movie with Judi Dench, about the life of Iris Murdoch. And Ladies in Lavender made me cry too, but only because I kind of hated it so much. It was a personal thing.

And the ending of A.S. Byatt's novel Still Life had me crying so hard that I was furiously wiping away the tears so that I could see well enough to keep reading. I haven't been in tears like that over a book since, I think.

And Lynda Barry. When she hits that nerve, she hits it hard.

Saying goodbye to loved ones at airports and hospitals.