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by spoot_Archive
I've been needing a good cry lately, but I haven't had it. I nearly lost it last night; I'll try to make it happen in the next week or so. I will not keep you posted.
A friend at work broke up with his fiance, a woman he'd been seeing for six years, a couple weeks ago. I talked to him the day after it happened, and he was unhappy. Not crying, but unhappy. The first few days of the next week he seemed a little down... but not anymore. He's back to normal now.
I don't understand it. I'd be blubbering all day long, for weeks if not months. Not that it's better or healthier that way, it's just the way it would be for me. My friend reminds me of Steve Martin's butler in The Jerk, a few minutes after his wife was executed for screwing up the biscuits or whatever: "feeling much better now, sir! One can't mourn forever, you know!"
I nearly cried a few weeks ago during a heated discussion with my boss - actually, we both nearly cried, which made it much harder to keep it together.
I cried real tears at the end of Lockup, when Sylvester Stallone got out of prison and hugged his girlfriend. I'm sure I'd do it again, given the chance. Most recently though, Seabiscuit.