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#26

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My beta-ass cried when my LTR ended.

However, as a child and still today this always gets me:




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I take pussy how it comes -but I do now prefer it shaved low at least-you cannot eat what you cannot see.
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#27

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I'll have a good cry maybe once a year in the privacy of my bedroom. Sometimes it's over not much, tears just start dropping when I'm deep in thought and I let it just come out
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#28

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We can start at the penis.
Or scream I just don't give a fuck and see who really means it."
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#29

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I bought a pitbull when I was in my early 20s. Man this dog had a hell of a personality. The first few weeks I had him he almost died due to an infection. He had diarrhea and would crap every few hours. He would also puke every few hours. The vets offered to put him down. He was so miserable that I said yes. As I was saying goodbye and patting his head telling him he was going to a better place, he got up from the table they had laid him on, walked closer to where I was standing, licked my face, put his head into my stomach, and laid back down.

I told the vets to stop getting ready. They understood and gave me a bunch of medicine, steroids, a tube feeder, and some sort of I.V. like dog food for the tube feeder. They told me to call them every day with updates, because if he got any worse I really needed to consider putting him down.

I took the next week off work and I did nothing but watch movies as he slept on my chest. It was a lot of work, I had to take his temperature every few hours, clean up the shit and puke that I couldn't catch fast enough to put him in the bathtub, and had to force feed with the tube feeder which he hated.

Five days I did that around the clock, catching only a few hours of sleep at a time. He would just sleep on my chest as I watch movies.I was almost on the verge of calling the vets back and saying that I can't see the lil guy suffer anymore and have them put him down. He finally went 12 hours without puking. Then it was a full day. Then the shitting stopped. Then he finally starting eating real dog food. One time I went to sleep and woke up to him jumping on my chest with a ball in his mouth.

The dog was my lil homie from that point on.

A couple years later I split up with a girlfriend at the time. So loved my pitbull and agreed to watch him for a couple weeks while I was out of town.

She called me bawling one night. I figured she was just going to pour her heart out again. I told her that it wasn't going to help, we were just two seperate people and it wasn't going to work out.

Then she dropped the bomb that he got hit by a car. She told my dog, my lil homie, was dead.

I lost my mind. I went a rage blaming her for not watching him and threw my phone. Cried for like 4 hours straight. Cried at least once every day for a week.

I'm still not over it, I just teared up typing this. She buried him on a family farm in a homemade coffin and home made cross. The same field he loved to run around in all day. I still haven't been to his grave...I just can't handle it.

God'll prolly have me on some real strict shit
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#30

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The last time I really full-on cried my eyeballs out was about a year go...

I was traveling with a girl I'd met in Bangkok shortly after coming to Thailand. I was in love with her. Fuck you, I was. We were in Koh Lanta (below):

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She and I hiked over to a rasta bar around midday. It was unbearably hot and the air smelled of the sea and dry tropical flowers.

The bar was closed but the Thai rasta was hammering away at the makeshift bamboo bar trying to get it fixed up.

"Weed?" I asked. He took a wide look around to make sure everything is kosher. Then he produced a baggie full of shitty weed, supposedly grown in the mountains of Burma. I paid him and my gal and I ambled back to our bungalow and laid down for a bit with the AC on.

We got naked and went at it. After, she put her panties back on and a tiny white shirt that barely fit her.

I rolled a joint and we stepped out onto the back porch. I lit it up and we took turns puffing at it. She'd only smoked a few times in her life and looked unbelievably adorable trying to smoke this thing in her teeny-tiny shirt and undies. I snapped some photos but sorry, those are for me and me only.

I smoked a good 3/4 of the doob myself. A few minutes later and I'm stoned out of my gourd. The jungle just beyond the back porch is alive with primal music. Shitty Burmese weed nothin'.

We go back inside and I launched up Youtube. "Come here" I says to my gal. She comes. I wrap my arms around her and press play. We listen.

At around 2:00, I lose it. I weep and weep in pure happiness with my nose buried in her thick black hair. True story.




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#31

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I think it's beta to try to hold back your emotions.

If you need to cry, cry.

If you think you are crying too much, then go see at therapist or something to get a better grasp on what's happening.

I haven't had a hard, long cry in a while, but occasionally do get rushes of sad emotions that can choke me up briefly. As I get older though, the duration is shorter.

After people you care about start to pass away, that changes a lot.

The older generation in my family recently passed away- three people in the course of a few years.

It changed my perspective on life. I don't expect life to be eternal. I view it more as we are here for a short time- like on vacation. Nothing's permanent it would seem, and time moves faster and faster as I get older.
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#32

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I cried at my childhood friend's funeral. He drowned in a lagoon. I thought I would hold it together until the singer who claimed he was sick and his voice wasn't okay sang the hell out of a church song. I cried when my grandparents and aunt died as well as when my friend who was murdered via getting shot. To lighten the mood a little, I also cried during Avatar when the humans started to kill the animals on that planet. All occurred as an adult.
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#33

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Thinking about Sandy Hook and the idea of parents dropping their little ones off at school never to see them again brought a tear to my eye.
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#34

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When I lost my parents...

Even though your logical brain expects it, you can never prepare yourself...

First the numbness sets in, and days later the tears came...

Felt like hitting the reset button, and then a calmness and resolve kicked in...

MDP
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#35

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Quote: (02-11-2019 05:10 PM)Atlanta Man Wrote:  
I take pussy how it comes -but I do now prefer it shaved low at least-you cannot eat what you cannot see.
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#36

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The key moments in my life where I've cried long and hard even for years after the event/still do were: The first was the death of my childhood friend. I had forced her to come along with me to the creek nearby to lay on the bank with me and relax during a formal event my grandfather had hosted(we were both bored). Turns out there were snakes nearby and we both ended up getting bitten. We were rushed to the emergency room, and after getting discharged I found out she had died. I still blame myself to this day for taking her to that creek(she passed on February 14th, 2010 and is the reason I'll never spend a Valentine's day with a woman). The second event was the death of my role model, my grandfather, due to cancer. When I last saw him he was a shadow of his former self and was underweight with a look of death in his eye, and being unable to eat due to his stomach cancer while saying he was not going to continue chemotherapy due to the immense amount of pain it have him after doing it for 2 years and instead resigning himself to death at the age of 60. He was my rolemodel and the man I sought to be. Powerful, commanding, generous, kind, and got immense respect when he entered the room(former Brigidair General in an army). Died the morning of August 3rd, 2012 at 3:00 a.m Central Time and I found out at 6:00 a.m. I cried for months at random moments just because. It affected me worse than the death of my childhood friend. I smoke cigars on both days of the year in remembrance. The most recent event though was the death of my Uncle around November of 2013. I personally didn't cry when I heard the news(I thought it was a damn shame as he left behind 2 children and a traditional housewife. He had just survived leukemia but instead died of blood poisoning by medical error). I didn't cry until I saw my mother not eating, laying around in bed, and crying loudly every day. I laid down next to her and it was the hardest I've ever cried ever. I hugged and cried as it was all I could do to help her pain.
Out of an emotional response to something not affecting me at all was when I watched the show "Angel Beats!".(watch the Japanese version subtitled if you are going to watch it). I personally have never cried to anything fictional besides this and everyone I know has(one of my good friends cried with his older brother at the end together. He's 20 and his brother is 25) Spoiler...........










Pretty much everyone's tragic past(one of them was killed by an alcoholic drunk father while protecting her disabled mother from him and getting hit over the head with a glass beer bottle, another watched her younger siblings die because she couldn't get the robbers any valuables in the time slot she was given, the cripple whom was stuck in a bed her entire life and the guy promising he would have loved her anyway, and the main character taking his sister on his back when she was dying of cancer to see a Christmas festival and his taking her being the reason she died, and the main character organizing everyone in the train wreck he was a part of[they were all trapped in a mountain] leading them so everyone else turns out alive but himself/getting everyone to donate their organs in case they weren't found fast enough and died. Turns out the main character in the end(since everyone in the show was already dead) donated his heart to the girl he fell in love with in the afterlife and she just wanted to thank him for donating his heart before moving out of the afterlife.

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#37

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I just broke up with my live-in gf of 3+ years. She's been in the process of packing up all her shit and will be moving back to her home state in a few weeks. The ridiculous part is that I've been cheating on her for a while and just found out she had cheated on me a few years ago while visiting family. She has gained a considerable amount of weight which has killed any sexual attraction. When I broke up with her it seemed like she was just as relieved as I was to be ending it. I didn't feel any emotion then but walking around the house now and seeing all these boxes, I can't help but feel a bit emotional. I feel once I'm able to get a good cry session out of the way, I'll feel a whole lot better. That and once I'm able to start having chicks over at the house. Lol.
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#38

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#39

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Ever bust a vicious nutt and cry tears of joy? I think we need to distinguish between tears of joy and tears of sorrow.
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#40

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Cried for the first time today since my bestfriend's grandfather's funeral 4 years ago.

Thoughts of home, family, the past, and a girl i think I've fallen in love with built up over the past few days and broke me down within a matter of hours of trying to fight it.

I bawled for a while and eventually started kicking and screaming into my pillow at the top of my lungs to let everything out. I fell asleep for a bit and didnt wake up feeling much better. Walked to a nearby temple and sat down in the main hall to listen to some prayer.

As soon as the priests started singing the hymns tears fell from my eyes. I was there for maybe an hour before i finally left. I felt more at peace walking out.

Decided to call my father and let him know how i was feeling. My eyes were watering the entire time and he did his best to lend me his support. He helped me regain my rational brain, and with it returned my composure.

I have a new appreciation for emotions now despite how much i was pleading for them and the torment they were causing me to go away only shortly ago.

Sometimes you just have to let it out i guess
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#41

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Watching my son be born 3 months early, weighing scarcely more than a pound, and realizing how I could not help him at all.

The drive home from the hospital, leaving him there for the doctors to care for him for the next 6 months.

There are times in your life where you bring yourself and your soul before god, and you beg.
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#42

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My childhood friends youngest baby boy just passed away. His organs had shut down on Tuesday and he died yesterday.

I can't even imagine. I held my son extra tight this week, and prayers through tears were common.

Fuck this world can be a nasty place. Kids should never have to leave before their parents.
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#43

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All the time. Too much evil and sadness to not.
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#44

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My 3.5 year old relationship ended about a month ago. She ended it. It might sound beta but it really helped during the first week to cry like a baby. I am not much of the crying type. Actually, I have no memory of crying before this during my adult life, but it aided my desire to "release" my emotions. I felt like a dropped a burden and felt a bit more releived afterwords.

It´s a nice way to do catharsis. Much better than drinking IMO.
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#45

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#46

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When I was a baby my mother took me to the pediatrician because I never cried. The doctor basically said "And that's a problem how?" I didn't shed a single tear when my grandma died. So I guess I'm not the crying type. Different people express frustration and sadness in different ways. Sometimes I wish I had that release of endorphins easily available, but I use exercise instead.
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#47

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Last time I cried was when Rich Piana (R.I.P) died. I still remember watching his silly videos and using that knowledge to put quite a bit of meat on my frame and then he's just gone. No kids no lineage just the videos and his 1million subscribers to remember him, he cannot take his money and status with him to heaven.

It really put things into perspective for me and made me reflect "What am I doing with my life?" and "How will I be remembered?"
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#48

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Last time I cried was when Hillary Clinton lost the election
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#49

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I specifically remember crying a fuck ton when my uncle died when I was 12. It was unbelievable to me that he had died at the time because he was easily the most bad ass and most alpha guy I've ever know. He could walk into a room and you'd be immediately interested in whatever it is he wanted to talk about and do.

I cried so much that my eyes were swollen shut and I couldn't go to school. My family was really worried about me when that happened.

It sucks because both of his sons look so much like him that when I see them I'm immediately reminded of my uncle and I feel a twinge of sadness knowing he'll never walk into the room and start roasting me with jokes until I am convulsing with laughter. Ah well. Such is life.

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