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When was the last time you weeped?

When I watched the ending scene of Six Feet Under again...I can't help it....I thought it would have gone away by now but it never does...

 
A few weeks ago. I'm in a depression so that doesn't mean much. But I'm one of those who cry when a dolphin is hurt in a movie...Also I cry often when I think of all the pain in the world. It's quite unbearable to think about all these people who suffer needlessly or who are confronted with utter lack of justice. All that suffer in the flesh and all that suffer morally. And what if all people would be willing to take the hand of the person next to them and smile and form a 7 billion chained link. Sorry I digress from the OP.
 
It's always due to some random crap going on in my brain rather than external stimuli. Probably my last bout with depression (about a year ago) was the last time I outright cried. I do tear up at certain songs, though.

Lex
 
Watching the last scene of "The Age of Innocence" a few days ago, and then reading the passage later:


Archer sat down on the bench and continued to gaze at the awninged balcony. He calculated the time it would take his son to be carried up in the lift to the fifth floor, to ring the bell, and be admitted to the hall, and then ushered into the drawing-room. He pictured Dallas entering that room with his quick assured step and his delightful smile, and wondered if the people were right who said that his boy "took after him."

Then he tried to see the persons already in the room—for probably at that sociable hour there would be more than one—and among them a dark lady, pale and dark, who would look up quickly, half rise, and hold out a long thin hand with three rings on it.... He thought she would be sitting in a sofa-corner near the fire, with azaleas banked behind her on a table.

"It's more real to me here than if I went up," he suddenly heard himself say; and the fear lest that last shadow of reality should lose its edge kept him rooted to his seat as the minutes succeeded each other.

He sat for a long time on the bench in the thickening dusk, his eyes never turning from the balcony. At length a light shone through the windows, and a moment later a man-servant came out on the balcony, drew up the awnings, and closed the shutters.

At that, as if it had been the signal he waited for, Newland Archer got up slowly and walked back alone to his hotel.
 
When I found out my boyfriend was cheating on me.
 
Between Thanksgiving and Christmas we get a visit from the biological mother of our youngest son. A couple of days ago she called to tell us she and her husband were pregnant. The scared, confused, betrayed, alone young woman we knew who carried our son is now a healthy, happy, educated, strong woman, very much in love with a great man. I teared up then, but when I went in my son's room in the middle of the night, I knelt by his bed and wept tears of happiness for us and the great gift of our son.
 
When I had to put my cat down 2 years ago. I took it harder than I thought I would.
 
Some time in the mid to late '90's when my aunt died. She was 94 and all thru my life she had been my favorite relative. I still miss her.
 
Job is simple mail delivery, but it makes me want to kill people.

You're not alone there. What is it about mail delivery that makes people so angry? Our work postman is the same way, I've never met such a hostile person. Don't get me wrong, he's a nice guy and is friendly but he really, really hates his job.
 
Job is simple mail delivery, but it makes me want to kill people.

Wanting to kill people is a normal part of modern life.

You get to walk for a living? I think it sounds lovely. Have they put you in some sort of uniform or otherwise curtailed your appearance?
 
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