Why don't men cry

spicecajun

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Some do. But many can't seem to express that emotion. Is it society or hormones that make men less emotional.
 
It's there. We simply don't express it the same way as women. I come from a long line of tough men. I'm sure I'm more emotional than most of my male relatives. The emotional stuff is something I credit to my mom for whatever reasons.

I can probably count the times I've cried outwardly in public. Some funerals, my daughter's wedding, my son's wedding. One time I stayed up all nite in a hospital at a good friend's side. He was almost killed in a construction accident and I was there. Dude scared the hell out of me that day.

I read to him, told him not to give up, told him jokes. I stayed out of work the next day. He lived and said he could hear me in his sleep. Told me not to call him an asshole again. Said he didn't want me to kick his ass if he died.:)

I cried when a car ran over my 1st dog. That's all I got.
 
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I rarely admit this but my first few minutes in the Sarlacc were pretty bad and I shed some tears. Then I kicked it's fuckin' ass.
 
It's there. We simply don't express it the same way as women. I come from a long line of tough men. I'm sure I'm more emotional than most of my male relatives. The emotional stuff is something I credit to my mom for whatever reasons.

I can probably count the times I've cried outwardly in public. Some funerals, my daughter's wedding, my son's wedding. One time I stayed up all nite in a hospital at a good friend's side. He was almost killed in a construction accident and I was there. Dude scared the hell out of me that day.

I read to him, told him not to give up, told him jokes. I stayed out of work the next day. He lived and said he could hear me in his sleep. Told me not to call him an asshole again. Said he didn't want me to kick his ass if he died.:)

I cried when a car ran over my 1st dog. That's all I got.


You know shit is real when a man cries. Honestly, when I see a man crying, it makes me feel more sympathy for him.

First time I saw my father cry, that hurt my heart.
 
It's not just men. Decades ago my stepmother, a woman my wife and I cared about deeply, died suddenly. I guess it was worse because it was the holidays.
We rushed 100 miles to my dad's side and my stepmom's family was there. I was broken up, openly weeping. My stepmom's family - parents and brothers - were relatively matter-of-fact.
They may have been torn up inside but they weren't going to show it.
I think they just accept death differently.
 
It's not just men. Decades ago my stepmother, a woman my wife and I cared about deeply, died suddenly. I guess it was worse because it was the holidays.
We rushed 100 miles to my dad's side and my stepmom's family was there. I was broken up, openly weeping. My stepmom's family - parents and brothers - were relatively matter-of-fact.
They may have been torn up inside but they weren't going to show it.
I think they just accept death differently.

They may have cried in private. Like the episode in "Good Times" where Florida kept a stone face during the funeral wake of her husband, then when she was alone, she dropped the dishes and started weeping her eyes out.


Now, I'm that type of crier, when I see someone else dear to me crying it causes me to cry like a little baby, too.
 
I cry when people die. I cry when people I care about are hurting and I can't make it better.
I cry when I'm riding my scooter and I go passed a someone with a grass cutter and a stone gets flicked up and goes in my eye.

Other than that I'm a stony souled bastard;)

Uggg:rose:

PS. if you read this post you owe me 10c:D
 
You know shit is real when a man cries. Honestly, when I see a man crying, it makes me feel more sympathy for him.

First time I saw my father cry, that hurt my heart.

This doesn't mean we'll be taking warm showers together.
 
Why don't men stop and ask directions?

We could do this all night.
 
I use to cry when I get real mad. Crying for me is weakness, I feel as though the only time it’s acceptable to shed tears is when death is involved.
 
Why don't men stop and ask directions?

We could do this all night.

That one is actually near and dear to my heart, as I had a sales job for a few years before I joined Lit. Before Google Maps, smart phones, etc. It involved following directions given over the phone to reach people's homes for appointments. The rule was that you didn't find a pay phone to call the homeowner yourself if and when you couldn't find them, because odds were they'd change their mind and say "forget it", or "some other time."

The directions were frequently wrong. Maybe it was because people forgot a step. I think most often it was because people confused the words "Right" and "Left." Maybe they were trying to reverse the directions mentally from where I was coming from to where they were, and that caused the screw-ups. I don't know. There were other issues. One set of directions I was given gave a house made of "clay colored brick" as a land mark. I was baffled. I was a farmer. Before that I lived in a town with a brickyard. I've seen white, yellow, red, and brown clay. It depends on the iron content. Almost all bricks are clay colored, unless they use additives.

I found that asking a stranger had the same problems. Asking a stranger gave similar results to a coin toss, and wasted more time.

But it doesn't stop there. I also read articles and studies on the ask directions issue. It revealed that people would rather make stuff up than admit outright that they don't know. They want people to think that they are kind and in the know. They don't want people to think that they are too selfish to take the time to help, so they put on an act.
 
Some do. But many can't seem to express that emotion. Is it society or hormones that make men less emotional.
Because women do not like men who cry. Women like strong men, and they see men who cry as wimps.

Feminists won't ever address this.
 
That one is actually near and dear to my heart, as I had a sales job for a few years before I joined Lit. Before Google Maps, smart phones, etc. It involved following directions given over the phone to reach people's homes for appointments. The rule was that you didn't find a pay phone to call the homeowner yourself if and when you couldn't find them, because odds were they'd change their mind and say "forget it", or "some other time."

The directions were frequently wrong. Maybe it was because people forgot a step. I think most often it was because people confused the words "Right" and "Left." Maybe they were trying to reverse the directions mentally from where I was coming from to where they were, and that caused the screw-ups. I don't know. There were other issues. One set of directions I was given gave a house made of "clay colored brick" as a land mark. I was baffled. I was a farmer. Before that I lived in a town with a brickyard. I've seen white, yellow, red, and brown clay. It depends on the iron content. Almost all bricks are clay colored, unless they use additives.

I found that asking a stranger had the same problems. Asking a stranger gave similar results to a coin toss, and wasted more time.

But it doesn't stop there. I also read articles and studies on the ask directions issue. It revealed that people would rather make stuff up than admit outright that they don't know. They want people to think that they are kind and in the know. They don't want people to think that they are too selfish to take the time to help, so they put on an act.

That's why the Thomas Guide was so invaluable in those days. Reading a street map is relatively easy and after a while you get a good sense of where things are by the grid and page. I can still tell you where just about anything in 3 counties is located just by having an address and zip code and I haven't looked at a Thomas Guide since 2008. (Yes we still used those since smart phones and Garmin devices weren't all that prevalent in the business I was in back then.)
 
Why don't men stop and ask directions?

We could do this all night.

Directions? We don't need no stinking directions.

I'd rather drive around aimlessly, refuel, and try again. I know that road was there yesterday.:D
 
Yeah, I guess you’re right. :)

My sweet man cries with me, and it makes me feel like I won the man lottery.

Now if he only realized what a gem he has and told you ten times a day how beautiful and kind you were I'd say he was a keeper. ;) . Jk, a man who's not afraid to emotionally open up to his partner is worth his weight in gold. Besides crying releases stress chemicals and is actually very healthy.
 
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