It happened to me for the first time today...

[Melody_lane]

I cried in public...
OH, at the moment I wasn't sure what hurt more-my head or my ego.
I'm one of those people that have to handle everything and try to take on it all. And typically I can and do, and do it well. I just couldn't today, and it was incredibly overwhelming. I truly felt like the biggest loser. <sighs>

So, have you ever cried in public? and what was the reason if you have?

 

[Svedish_Chef]

So, have you ever cried in public? and what was the reason if you have?

Unfortunately yes. The reason... large amounts of pain.

And I hate crying!

 

[Merelan]

Melody, you are not a loser. You hurt, alot. Sometimes when the pain gets too much, and your body is weary, your mind confused with all the things the outside is throwing at you, you cry. It is your bodies natural reaction and it's way of getting rid of some of the pain and stress. Goodness, with all you are going through I cannot imagine you don't rage and scream at times.
I know, doesn't help with the looks and stares does it? But it is the truth.

To answer your question, yes I have. For all the above reasons. I cry for happy more then sad though.

 

[Wizard]

I have a few times in life most all where related to my kidneys shuting down..............

 

[CreamyLady]

Yes, I have. No one can keep all the balls in the air all the time, so don't worry and don't be embarrassed.

 

[Melody_lane]

This is not a thread about melody.

I appreciate your thoughts, but I'm okay. I have a great life and what is going on with it at the moment isn't that terrible.

This is just what is going on with me at the moment, so it is taking up a lot of my thoughts, so my curiosities about things will reflect that.

So, spill about your mortifying moment of weakness in public and make me feel better. NOW DAMNIT!

 

[Wizard]

DAM......Kidneys took a shit.....Thought my life was over had a family to provide for....and still work.......Had a few good crys..***** goes on.......There ya go feel better yet???........

 

[Ksss]

Yes I have cried in public...working with the public can sometimes be tough on a good day, always having to smile, be happy, polite...The roughest times for me are when I get some obnoxious asshole with a holier than thou attitude, who verbally critisizes a person due to their race. I know I wasn't born in this country but sometimes the ignorance of people is just to overwhelming to handle, even on the best of days.

 

[CreamyLady]

Okay. I was working in an absolute hellhole -- a law firm staffed by the meanest, nastiest, most obnoxious sons of bitches in the entire profession -- and one of the SOB's I worked with threw the contents of his desk on the floor and told me to get down on my hands and knees -- like the cow I was -- and find that goddamned creditor's list right now.

When THAT had been taken care of, the other one came flying by my desk and told me that I was the stupidest cow in the office and had no clue of how to organize a closing file and just where had I put a particular minute book?

He related this at the top of his lungs, and went into his recently redecorated office and slammed the door.

I was feeling a little stressed and weepy, and broke down, and went into the office manager's office to again beg for a transfer anywhere there was an opening, and she watched me weeping all over her reproduction porcelain. She then told me I'd just have to learn to "talk" with Kevin.

Well, I stopped crying. I was too mad. I walked down the hall to Kevin's redecorated lair, getting madder by the minute, and threw the door open so hard that the handle lodged in the drywall under the fabric wall covering.

Kevin cowered behind his desk; I understand that I looked just a little like the Gorgon Medusa. In a voice very much like Mercedes McCambridge's in The Exorcist, I informed him that he had better not EVER talk to me as he had in the corridor at any time again, in his miserable life, and walked out.

I ended up quitting, though the other 40ish ladies who were being treated like that were suing. I'm not the type.

 

[Sammyjo]

Yes...on my second trip back home from Toronto, I bawled the entire time on the plane. The guy next to me was so sweet. He lives in Toronto and has to go out on business to Minneapolis quite frequently. He is gone for weeks at a time, sometimes...he totally understood how I was feeling to be leaving someone behind that I loved so much. He talked me through it...and it actually felt good to get my feelings out about this guy, because I felt like I could tell no one.

 

[teresafannin]

I cry quite often in public. I still have bouts of depression & I never know when one will hit. A lot of people come to my job to see me, I am working really long hours & not home much. It always gets emotional, they mean well, but it can be difficult. I don't worry about what anyone else thinks, people that I have known for years don't know what to say to me & will walk to the other side of the mall when they see me. I was driving home today & heard "Classical Gas" on the radio & started to cry. This song was part of the show during Justin's first year in marching band & it never fails to remind me of him trying to keep his long legs in step with the 2 very short girls on either side him in the clarinet line. I used to try to hold the tears in, but I started getting horrible headaches. Now, I just go to my desk, have a good cry & go back to work. I have never had a job experience like CL's. I probably would have knocked the moron on his ass & I would have gotten sued.

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Wish I had your guts, CreamyLady

I think the aversion to crying in public starts in childhood, when the other kids just taunt you mercilessly and call you "crybaby" if you start to cry in front of them. As for me, I absolutely hate to cry in public. If at all possible, I try to put a lid on my feelings until I can find a place to cry in private, such as the ladies' room. I did a lot of that the last 2 years I was at my old job. It was a stress nightmare, and right in the middle of it my father became very ill. I was getting no sleep, and my father was getting worse and worse, and there was this little condescending bastard who had just joined my group and who thought he knew how I should do my job...

Well, things deteriorated pretty quickly. One day I blew up at my boss for no real reason, and he took me into a conference room and he just peeled my hide. He was fully aware of the hell I was going through, but all he cared about was my "lack of self-control" and the recent poor quality of my work, and the effect my terrible behavior was having on the rest of the group. And right in the middle of his lecture, I put my head down on the conference room table and began to cry.

Crying was bad enough, but the emotions I was feeling were far worse. I wasn't crying because he was being such an insensitive clod. I was crying because he made me feel so guilty and so ashamed for my failures. It wasn't until much later that I was able to see how he had manipulated me by playing on my fatigue and my sense of honor. He was good, the sonofabitch. He was very good indeed. And he sat there and watched me cry and he didn't do a damn thing to help me. He even seemed to expect it, because I was a woman. When I calmed down a bit, he mouthed some platitudes about all the stress that I was under, and then he got up and said, "I'll leave now and let you get hold of yourself," or something like that. I should have quit that very night, because things only got worse from that point on. But somehow I managed to stay there for 2 more years. Fortunately my desk was near the restroom, so I had a place to hide when I needed to cry -- which happened far too often at that place, especially after my father passed away.

 

[KillerMuffin]

In most recent memory... I was in my summer service dress uniform, the white cracker jack looking thingys, standing in the middle of the Sandy Eggo Balboa Naval Hospital courtyard at lunch time, the place was crowded with officers and non officers and civilians. Thankfully it was a no headgearzone so saluting wasn't required. I couldn't stop crying, and when I cry it's very ugly. I'd rather do it near some icepacks. I'd just found out I had epilepsy and my naval career was over. I've pretty much been a fountain since then, but not in public.

 

[Temptress_1960]

My mother died suddenly two years ago. We were very close, and as I grew up, more like friends.

Well, I spent months bursting into tears at all times. At work, at home, at church, in the store.... you name it, I wept there.

And my grief was so intense, I didn't care that my eyes were red and puffy and that I was weeping uncontrollably.

I still have sad times now and then, but it is not as bad as it was for me.

And you know what? If you have to cry, then cry. Why hold it in? What image are you trying to protect? People who care about you will understand, and people who don't care about you are just not important.

 

[pistol pete]

two sundays ago....

i was at my neighborhood waterhole...pub...
was at the jukebox...started dropping tears
like they were going out of style...
i never cry...was overcome with emotions...
i was very happy & very sad...overwhelmed...
humbled...had to go the restroom...
balled...whimpered...my friend stef came in to check on me...had no answers for her...
recomposed...sat back down...
and was overcome again...thank god for baseball caps...
i couldn't stop...mike and ben wanted to take me outside...went for a drive...
they never asked a question...just made me laugh...
we went four wheelin in the snow...got stuck...
forgot about it till now...
time of the year...underlying depression...
had spent time with my sisters and there kids...
took eight to see the movie... the grinch...
that damn cindy loo hoo gave me a heart...

 

[KillerMuffin]

Damn Ticklish... That's some intestinal fortitude you have there. I'd gone and done something irretreivably stupid.

 

[Dixon Carter Lee]

They played "It's a Wonderful Life" on the airplane the other day, and I wept like a wee girl. And I saw "The Turning Point" the day it came out and wept at the beauty of Barishnikov's leaps. Movies get me. They're the only thing I'll weep at in public.

 

[Ezzy]

OOOOOOOOOPS I thought...

This was the thread about the ittsy bittsy teenie weenie yellow polka dot bikini.

But it wasn't so I'll go now.



EZ

 

[Cheyenne]

Yes. Many times. Weddings, funerals, hospitals, movies, etc. Also at work in times of extreme stress and frustration, usually after having been worn down physically and abused emotionally. I work for a guy who is a master at being able to make you feel like you are about an inch tall and the biggest idiot in the world. I can handle him when I'm at full strength, but not when I'm barely hanging on.

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Damn Ticklish... That's some intestinal fortitude you have there. I'd gone and done something irretreivably stupid.

For me, the stupid thing was staying in the job as long as I did. But I wised up eventually.

 

[scylis]

i don't cry in public, but only because i feel so dead inside that have basically no emotions whatsoever.. but at night, before i go to sleep, i sob like a baby...

a lot of things can make me cry... movies, computer games, books, plays, a lot of stuff...

i really get into books, especially. my favorite book is Speaker for the Dead by Orson Scott Card be cause, to date, it is the only book that made me want to cry out in anguish that i couldn't stop reading.. i stop reading a lot of books because they make me do that...

movies... i started to watch Braveheart yesterday.. i didn't even get to the part where the English noble guy kills Mel's wife because i kept seeing my girlfriend getting her throat slit instead of that actress.. i just... i love her so much that the mere thought of life w/o her makes me want to up and die....

and, as for games.. the third single-player mission in the game Homeworld brought tears to my eyes.. not only do you return to your planet to find the whole world a chared cinder and everybody you cared about dead, but the designers go and put Adagio for Strings in as the damn background music!!

and don't get me started about my social life, ok? i've got no friends offline, my being an atheist tears my gf up inside (and i'd sooner die than hurt her), i'm constantly picked on by any and everybody, i've got an IQ that's off the fucking charts yet i'm failing several classes because i just don't care, people expect too damn much from me b/c of my IQ, college stuff is looking rather bleak, and i've got an undiagnosed sever case of Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder.. makes me downright glad that i feel so dead inside in public, otherwise i'd be a fountain of tears the whole day long...