posted July 19, 2005 03:34 PM              

I an extra sensitive, crying is my outlet for my emotions. Im one who cant talk and tell others how i feel, instead i cry. I cry when im angry, frustrated, happy, joyfull, scared and sometimes just plain irritated. I can literally cry at anything. And i usually do. My friends use to make fun of me, cause i would ball during movies. But i always thought that was good that i did release those emotions and not hold them back. Although sometimes i wish i was a lil less sensitive.

I cried this last weekend at the races when a fellow driver rolled his car, im my mind all i saw was flashbacks of when my hunny rolled his car. It felt so real, so i grabbed him, hugged him and told him how much i love him. My adrenaline was proly running as fast and high as the guy who just rolled his car.

posted July 19, 2005 05:38 PM            

angel_of_hope - what sign is your mercury in?

posted July 20, 2005 03:50 AM              

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"aahh I know but you cry for beauty and others

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cry for beauty ?
waht does that mean ?

posted July 20, 2005 08:45 AM              

MNF, I notice I only become emotional whenever the transiting moon is in scorpio-weird sh*t

posted July 20, 2005 02:04 PM              

yeah ag , living up to ayn rand's standard is real tough but i need to admit this , the novel has given me a new understanding of my self .

posted July 20, 2005 02:29 PM              

Isn't it a REAL heavy placement though? So many things I keep hidden

posted July 20, 2005 02:38 PM              

I love all of your questions, you display such an openness and a willingness to absorb and learn, it is very refreshing.

You asked what I meant by crying for beauty. Well as soon as she said it I knew what was meant, but it is hard to articulate............it is like listening to a piece of music and being oh so moved by it that it brings tears to ones eyes, that kind of thing. I also can be moved by things in films,just one sentence spoken in a certain way and the beauty of innocence, love etc.........am I making myself clear or not??

posted July 20, 2005 04:32 PM            

The last time I cried was Saturday the 16th. Mr. Taurus's grandfather (Papa) died and he was very close to him. In fact, Papa pretty much raised Mr. T and he was following in his footsteps - right down to the whole Army thing.

Mr. T gave a moving speech at the funeral- saying that his Papa was his yard-stick for man hood. That if there was something Papa didn't say or embody, then it wasn't something a man needed to be. Papa and his wife (Mr. T's step granny of 30 years) taught him what real love was all about and that he never knew love like that existed until he saw it between Papa and Gwen.

He was so strong in his speech and yet still so sensitive. Watching him cry, knowing his heart was breaking made mine break as well. I cried for the loss of a great man and for Mr. T's heartbreak. I was also moved because I know Mr. T loves me in the same way that Papa loved Gwen and she loved him.

posted July 20, 2005 04:40 PM              

Animal Planet is a channel. It gives about animals and there are some shows about animal cruelty

posted July 21, 2005 02:37 AM              

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am I making myself clear or not??

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absolutely!

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love all of your questions

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posted July 21, 2005 10:29 AM              

Any situations making me feel overcome with emotion (positive or negative) makes my eyes well up. Sometimes I can hold 'em back.

Once, I high centered my car on the parking block at Trader Joe's. It was so frustrating. I didn't know what to do, or how to fix it. I called my husband, but we only had that one car. Our super sweet Aqua buddy came to get him and bring him to me... but he lives on the other side of town.

Long story short... Passers by were so kind to me by stopping and kinda dinkin' around trying to set me free. Every time another person came up to me, all I could do was cry harder. I was embarrassed, frustrated, mad as hell at myself, and a little worried my husband was going to kill me.

Finally, some (clever) construction type fellas came out of the store and saw my predicament. They found some big rocks lying around, pulled some boards out of the back of their van. They built a little ramp for my car to drive down.

You'd think I would have calmed down and been able to stop crying. BUT nooooooo. My silly self was so thankful and relieved that all I could do was CRY.

posted July 21, 2005 12:03 PM              

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I just happen to have an incredibly passionate and open heart and it is probably something I came in with. Over the years and experiencing, watching and listening, it has become moreso........it is what I believe in most.......love and beauty

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i can identify with it .

there was something more to add .
i remeber u talked somewere about the incredible exp. of being a mother ( i for got the actual thread :blushing
infact i can identify with u there too .
i remember some three yrs ago , my neighbour had a son , i call her 'bhabhi'( that means sis- in law in hindi) and we have some rituals that are done when the mother comes home after the delivery ( we are from the same community) . that simple scence with her little baby in her hands , it has always remained in my mind , the simple expression of faith , joy and happiness on her face was heavenly .
u know , a man can get everything in life but not this simple moment . and thats why women are special
to a husband , to a child .

isn't it ?

posted July 21, 2005 05:03 PM              

The last time I cried was on Tuesday at work because I felt stressed out. I also cried a few times last week because I was feeling very down and despondent.
The biggest cry this year was a couple of months ago when I irretrievably lost a lot of my creative writing files on my PC. I went out for a drive and was howling the whole time - really howling! I was gutted.

I cry over Movies - the poignant or touching scenes. The ones that get me every time are:
Deep Impact (the farewell from the guys on the rocket to their loved ones especially the older guy who's wife has already passed on and he says 'Mary, I'm coming home') - that bit so chokes me up.
Blade Runner (when Rutger Haueur does his 'Time to die' speech to Harrison Ford after saving his life when he lets the dove fly free from his hand as he dies) - sob!
2010 (when Hal beams the message home to Earth 'All these worlds are yours except Europa...' and you see Jupiter explode fantasically to create the new baby sun and the Discovery and Hal get engulfed by the shockwave) - I always cry as Hal starts beaming the Europa message!

I still cry over haunting memories of how badly I was bullied at school.

I cried when my Gran died last year and cry when I relive it. I was with her at the end, talking to her, holding her hand, letting her know I was there. She went so peacefully and the profundity of the moment hit me afterwards (Pluto was in exact opposition to my Sun and it was my first experience of death at close hand). I cried mostly because my Gran was at peace and no longer suffering (she had dementia). She had come to the end of a long life and was ready to rest. I still feel her around. I think she's watching out for me.

Mostly I cry simply because it makes me feel better. I find it easy to cry and I find it easy to bounce back resiliently. I can howl my heart out one minute and be laughing at myself the next. I actually find it soothing to have a good sob.

Touchstone

posted July 21, 2005 07:14 PM              

I was angry.

posted July 22, 2005 07:34 AM              

I SO felt I deserved this break that I cried and ranted for a little while - my husband held me and I was 5 years old again, just for a short time.

Oh how the tables of life have turned for me, and I have waited so long to be heard ,it made me weep from the bottom of my heart. How many more of us are out there, who were screaming to be listened to? I often think the reason I cry so much is because I didnt feel able to as a child. I was so aware of my parents' sensitivity, I didnt want to sadden them

CRYING RULES!!!!

Love and justice to all

posted July 30, 2005 06:47 AM              

I know being in the stupid school marching band within the last three years has caused me many many grueling memories and torment, not because of ridicule or direct abasement, but rather because it inculcated just how horribly detached and lonely I was without any kindred contacts. I will not deny or sugarcoat the fact that the time I lost to a group I did not care for, to the snobby pseudointellectuals around me and whatever ounce of hope or dignity I had for myself to football games (Although that sounds really bizarre). I had a Scorpio sun/ PIsces moon/ virgo As mate in there, but both of us had such a lousy time there, that we were both sour to even each other after our practices. Meanwhile, the people around us loftily carried on without a second thought or a concern or anything especially when my friend and I would be sobbing during the f888ed up football matches among the superficial yet well adjusted majority of the school and that rubbish. No offense to anyone, but I would have never really been to those games or those long drives to comps if I were not required. Hah, I'd find myself even crying on the f098ing bus ! I remember how this one guy made me cry with mingled scorn and remorse when he called me a lesbian because I was protective of my friend whom he liked (she hated him!) not out of resentment for what he'd called me but because the rest of the stupid band had to react as though calling someone a homosexual is a reprimand or insult of some sort. I was nonetheless jarred for being so misunderstood or unwanted and the kind s*9t people have to go through with the ignoramus .

Let's see...I've cried for being in love, for not being in love, for feeling unloved and uncared for, for feeling overwhelming shame and being foolish enough to obsess over anyone, over dumb grades, for the way people easily pass judgment without considering anything and everything, knowing that many of my friends had become anorexic, reading about this male guitarist I idolized being anorexic, suicidal, etc...
But I've cried the most when I've been heartsick, lovesick over stupid infatuations and matters I do not understand. I used to be so aggrieved over the looming gloom of Fridays, for not being able to see the object of my affections and the core of my sorrows or going without seeing him for one day so much that I felt I must be bipolar what with the frequent shifts in mood. Yeah, I think I actually felt suicidal then and utterly devastated to know the relative ease with which I'd effaced my sense of order and interred my depression into oblivion, my solitary abysm.

I cried in front of my doctor on my visit, when the whole point was to see whether I had an ADD problem...lol; my sister's awful struggle with her overactive stupid immune system and chemo, seeing how no one will respond to even the most blatant pleas for salvation from utter turmoil.