Guys and crying....
Discussion
tomirk said:
Cotty said:
I was watching that when something extremely large and irritating lodged itself in my eye. Propaganda or not the joy of the children and family is genuine, I think it is human to get moved by something like that, I couldn't give a flying f
k if some pseudo macho-man thinks I am somehow inferior because I have emotions.I don't blub and haven't done that for at least 10 years. But I do quite often get a speck of dust in my eye when watching a decent film. Embarrasingly the other night I got one in my eye when watching boromirs death in lord of the rings. It's not like there were tears running down my face or anything and I didn't need a tissue. But there was definitely some dust in the room or something.
I watched a documentary on the normandy landings and some old soldier was saying how his best mate got shot dead right next to him and he couldn't see for a while because of the blood and tears in his eyes. Strangely enough there was a speck of dust in my eye at that story.
I blame it on my home cinema being so good it draws me into the story so much.. Unfortunately my bird never gets any dust in her eyes at any point during any film whatsoever. I put it down to a lack of imagination/empathy.
I watched a documentary on the normandy landings and some old soldier was saying how his best mate got shot dead right next to him and he couldn't see for a while because of the blood and tears in his eyes. Strangely enough there was a speck of dust in my eye at that story.
I blame it on my home cinema being so good it draws me into the story so much.. Unfortunately my bird never gets any dust in her eyes at any point during any film whatsoever. I put it down to a lack of imagination/empathy.
I know what your saying with the Marley and Me , i watched it for the first time the other day with a female friend , silly b***h fell asleep at the end and didnt see the bit where the dogs put down ...
My eyes watered and i was silent for a few mins as it reminded me when we had to get simba (our dog) put down , I drove the two hours to Manchester to see him , fed him out of my hand then drove back to grimsby as i couldnt bear be with him when dad and chris took him to the vet...
Anyone whos been in this situation knows exactly how i felt ! b******ds arent just cats and dogs there family
My eyes watered and i was silent for a few mins as it reminded me when we had to get simba (our dog) put down , I drove the two hours to Manchester to see him , fed him out of my hand then drove back to grimsby as i couldnt bear be with him when dad and chris took him to the vet...
Anyone whos been in this situation knows exactly how i felt ! b******ds arent just cats and dogs there family
Last time I did was when I had a blazing row with my Dad just before Christmas. It ended on the subject of why I'm not settled down or in a long term relationship. It was one of those moments where everything hits you like a sledgehammer and instantly becomes too much (said subject being something I was not oblivious to). Anyway, it was one of those things where we both ended up storming off before it came to blows, sat there fuming, realised the other side actually made some rather good points and now get on really well without so much as a raised voice since.
Oddly, I actually feel like I'm going to fairly often but never quite do
Oddly, I actually feel like I'm going to fairly often but never quite do
drivin_me_nuts said:
I cried the day my lass was diagnosed with cancer. Actually I cried with relief because I knew what we were dealing with then.
and more the day she went for her first radio therapy session which was complete and utter claustraphibic hell and something I would not wish on anyone...
and the day after when they said to me she had twenty minutes to live and I was three hours away
and even more the day I madem my vows in hospital when we married...
and at witnessing her courage when she shrugged her shoulders and said wasn't bothered when she was told she was going to die in days...
and the first thing she did was thank her consultant for his extraordinary efforts and comment that other people died much younger than her so she was lucky...
and yet more at 4am in the morning the morning I realised she could bleed to death in arms and there was nothing anyone could do and if I was the only one there I would be the one injecting her with an enormous dose of sedative...
and the evening of the day we went to the hospice when I knew she was in the perfect place...
and of happiness when the first person from PH said they were coming to the hospice...
and at her almost superhuman strength and courage for getting into a car, having just collapsed a few moments before...
and with intense frustration at stupid people doing dumb things...
But I did not cry in the four days wwiting for the end to come and when she stopped breathing, I cried tears of relief that for us both, it was over.
Yes I cried an ocean of tears this last year. And I wasn't alone. And of all the processes I know for emptying yourself of emotion, for then being in a position when you can then function again processing very hard relentless reality... it, along with processing anger is one of the most powerful ways to disipate acute high levels of stress.
Highly recommemed actually. But often, solitary and in the dark recesses of 4am mornings alone is the only way to do it because there is nothing that other people can say or do, that would make the slightest difference or offer any consolation. And truth be said, more often than not, it makes the person witnessing it feel completely useless. then not only do you have to you have to deal with your grief, you end up worrying about them to.
I've had what I thought was a rather stressful and bad year... today I had a rather bad day... that was until I read your post.. and made me realise that you would have welcomed my 'problems' and that I have really not had a bad year or day. and more the day she went for her first radio therapy session which was complete and utter claustraphibic hell and something I would not wish on anyone...
and the day after when they said to me she had twenty minutes to live and I was three hours away
and even more the day I madem my vows in hospital when we married...
and at witnessing her courage when she shrugged her shoulders and said wasn't bothered when she was told she was going to die in days...
and the first thing she did was thank her consultant for his extraordinary efforts and comment that other people died much younger than her so she was lucky...
and yet more at 4am in the morning the morning I realised she could bleed to death in arms and there was nothing anyone could do and if I was the only one there I would be the one injecting her with an enormous dose of sedative...
and the evening of the day we went to the hospice when I knew she was in the perfect place...
and of happiness when the first person from PH said they were coming to the hospice...
and at her almost superhuman strength and courage for getting into a car, having just collapsed a few moments before...
and with intense frustration at stupid people doing dumb things...
But I did not cry in the four days wwiting for the end to come and when she stopped breathing, I cried tears of relief that for us both, it was over.
Yes I cried an ocean of tears this last year. And I wasn't alone. And of all the processes I know for emptying yourself of emotion, for then being in a position when you can then function again processing very hard relentless reality... it, along with processing anger is one of the most powerful ways to disipate acute high levels of stress.
Highly recommemed actually. But often, solitary and in the dark recesses of 4am mornings alone is the only way to do it because there is nothing that other people can say or do, that would make the slightest difference or offer any consolation. And truth be said, more often than not, it makes the person witnessing it feel completely useless. then not only do you have to you have to deal with your grief, you end up worrying about them to.
That's really put things into perspective for me.
My dad wept like a good'un this Saturday. But I think a bloke's probably allowed when he's watching one of his daughters get married - especially when it was the one born almost 13 weeks early, who you were so sure was as good as dead even before she was born, who you watched resuscitated God knows how many times before she was a year old. Yeah, I'd say that's a reasonably good excuse. 
(My sister, not me!)
(My sister, not me!)
drivin_me_nuts said:
I cried the day my lass was diagnosed with cancer. Actually I cried with relief because I knew what we were dealing with then.
and more the day she went for her first radio therapy session which was complete and utter claustraphibic hell and something I would not wish on anyone...
and the day after .....
That sort of post really does put a lot of things into perspective. and more the day she went for her first radio therapy session which was complete and utter claustraphibic hell and something I would not wish on anyone...
and the day after .....
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