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I cry limitedly in public.
I cried at my desk at work when Columbia was lost and I felt unacceptably vulnerable for doing so.
When my dog was entering the last stages of lymphoma she called me at work one day to let me know he had stopped eating and she had called the vet to come destroy him. I told her I would not authorize anything until I go there. He was my property and I would do nothing until I had seen him myself. I cried the entire drive from work to home but stopped on the way to clear my tears. I took him behind the house and tried to divine what was happening but he looked to be in a lot of pain. He died in my arms as I had promised him but remained, "strong." My family and friends buried him in the adjoining field while I went upstairs to my old room and cried my eyes out in private.
I did not cry when my grandfather died but I did cry when Challenger exploded and when Diana died. Both times I was alone.
I'm not sure it has anything to do with culture, more with how men are hardwired. Vulnerability is an intensely private thing to be shared exclusively with those whom we know will not think less of us for showing it. Unless those very few select people are around, I will only cry alone save for extraordinary events that somehow effect me more than I suspect and, for which, I am not prepared.
Movies can get me. Since I was 10 I've loved Tolkien and Theoden's recitation of Where Is the Horse and Rider? and the end of The Return of the King simply made me cry for their sheer nobility when I saw them on screen.
Another intensely personal thing I'm sharing here is that the moment I die I expect to see my late dog, Tristan, a very noble Chesapeake, greet me. And if there is justice in heaven, I want to see Pippin Took hand me a cloak of Lorien and invite me to come on an adventure.
Male emotions are exceptionally strong as I think is evidenced by the preponderance of male novelists, composers, and artists. That they are so intensely personal is, perhaps, what separates them from the feminine. Women seem to trust other people with their whole emotional range but men do not. We men may have a select few to whom we will allow into our lives. Maybe it's because our vulnerability is so deep that we don't trust most others to witness it? I suspect far deeper than most women and even men suspect.
I cried at my desk at work when Columbia was lost and I felt unacceptably vulnerable for doing so.
When my dog was entering the last stages of lymphoma she called me at work one day to let me know he had stopped eating and she had called the vet to come destroy him. I told her I would not authorize anything until I go there. He was my property and I would do nothing until I had seen him myself. I cried the entire drive from work to home but stopped on the way to clear my tears. I took him behind the house and tried to divine what was happening but he looked to be in a lot of pain. He died in my arms as I had promised him but remained, "strong." My family and friends buried him in the adjoining field while I went upstairs to my old room and cried my eyes out in private.
I did not cry when my grandfather died but I did cry when Challenger exploded and when Diana died. Both times I was alone.
I'm not sure it has anything to do with culture, more with how men are hardwired. Vulnerability is an intensely private thing to be shared exclusively with those whom we know will not think less of us for showing it. Unless those very few select people are around, I will only cry alone save for extraordinary events that somehow effect me more than I suspect and, for which, I am not prepared.
Movies can get me. Since I was 10 I've loved Tolkien and Theoden's recitation of Where Is the Horse and Rider? and the end of The Return of the King simply made me cry for their sheer nobility when I saw them on screen.
Another intensely personal thing I'm sharing here is that the moment I die I expect to see my late dog, Tristan, a very noble Chesapeake, greet me. And if there is justice in heaven, I want to see Pippin Took hand me a cloak of Lorien and invite me to come on an adventure.
Male emotions are exceptionally strong as I think is evidenced by the preponderance of male novelists, composers, and artists. That they are so intensely personal is, perhaps, what separates them from the feminine. Women seem to trust other people with their whole emotional range but men do not. We men may have a select few to whom we will allow into our lives. Maybe it's because our vulnerability is so deep that we don't trust most others to witness it? I suspect far deeper than most women and even men suspect.