From watching movies about rhinos cuddling, to seeing a bowl of pho spill all over the floor, people share the dumbest things they have ever cried over.
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I dropped a huge bottle of ketchup in the kitchen.
The thing exploded EVERYWHERE. At the time I had awful flu. I was on my hands and knees cleaning up what looked like a murder scene. Kept finding ketchup for weeks.
When I was 6 or 7, I grew an attachment to a watermelon. My dad bought it at a farmer’s stand, and for some reason I just thought it was too amazing to be eaten. I decided it should be a new family pet. Even though my young logical brain knew it was ridiculous, some part of me just latched onto the idea of a pet watermelon.
A week or so later my brother chopped it in half with a machete, and I bawled for about 2 hours. I think it’s safe to say that was the end of my childhood.
One time I was having a really rough day and then I was walking by a lake when saw a momma duck with only one baby duck and realized all her other babies had died.
I don’t even like ducks. Or stranger’s babies. It was a weird day.
I hate killing mice. My husband hates mice. So we compromised that we’d get live traps for the mice in our house, and I’d take them out to the woods and let them loose when we caught them.
So, caught a mouse one day. Took it to the woods and let it loose. Got back in my car to leave, and the damn mouse ran right out in front of my tire and I ran him over.
I sobbed for hours. Feeling totally ridiculous the whole time.
I lost all of my money on Neopets due to a random event. I didn’t realize that this is what had happened of course. I went onto the forums and said I had been hacked because clearly this is the only explanation I could think of being the early teen (14?) that I was. I was then called a liar and received reply upon reply about how you couldn’t get hacked on Neopets and that I needed to stop making up stories.
I fell out of the chair, crawled to the stairs, and sobbed down to my Grandmother who went into a full on panic. She later told me she thought someone had died and I had somehow been the first to find out.
It’s not really dumb but I felt kind of silly… Dale Jr. won at Talladega a couple years ago. He hadn’t won there in 10 years. I was so happy that he won and I wanted to call my dad because we were both Earnhardt fans. My dad’s been gone for a few years. So I went from happiness to excitement to sadness after getting the impulse to call my dead father. I cried for a few minutes.
I cried over spilled milk as a teenager. I was pouring milk for my cereal on a school day… it was so early and I was so tired that I poured out half the gallon before I realized that my bowl had overflowed out onto the table and floor. My dad had just switched jobs a week before and took a massive pay cut so my parents were making it very aware to us that we needed to do everything we could to cut costs. I just lost it and started bawling while trying to mop it up. I was sobbing, “They work so hard for the money to buy this milk!”
On the way to school I realized that I literally cried over spilled milk and had a laugh.
The first Christmas without my grandma (she died a week before). I went to the butcher to pick up our beef tenderloin for Christmas dinner. I had placed an order for 4 instead of 5 people. He brought me out a full tenderloin, $270 worth of meat for some other family. I starting sobbing at the butcher, “That isn’t my meat.” It was awful and hilarious. Poor guy didn’t know what happened.
My first morning of college, I went to shower and the water was freezing and not warming up so I cried, because I missed the hot showers at home and thought they would be like this all year. But then, the water warmed up so I sobbed some more because I was so thankful.
I was having a terrible morning, with everything going wrong and my job was driving my mad. So during lunch time I decided to get a McDonald’s sundae and, since it was a bad day and I wanted to get better, I paid to get extra chocolate syrup. I waited, received the sundae and looked for a bench to sit and eat it. When I sat, I realized they forgot to put my extra syrup. I was already so pissed off at everything that, instead of going back and asking for the syrup, I just started crying while eating the not-as-expected sundae.
When my lost luggage was returned to me.
I had a connecting flight from Amsterdam to Rome. But my luggage never made it on the plane in time. Spent 3 days wearing the same clothes around Rome. I cried and gave my suitcase a hug when it was delivered.
I had a day off and some extra magic mushrooms so I parked my car at a park and ate them, listened to some music and watched the trees in my car for awhile.
I forgot I had taken them when I started watching an old lady playing with her dog. It was really cute and they were having fun, and I was having fun watching them.
Suddenly it dawned on me that either the dog, or the woman would be dead at some point in the future, and they wouldn’t have each other forever. The existential realities of death and life swarmed me while I was watching the riveting game of fetch unfold.
I cried for like a full hour. Alone and tripping.
I went to a Vietnamese restaurant out of town because Id been dreaming of good pho for weeks. There was a kid sitting a couple of tables away from me who just got his bowl of pho and promptly spilled it all over himself and the floor. I hadnt gotten my food yet and I just started bawling out of nowhere because I was so sad to see it wasted when I wanted some so bad.
I was working a horrible job that was crushing my soul. 12 hour days, 7 days a week at a law firm. One of the partners was a giant and had picked me as a punching bag. This went on for months and I was emotionally drained to the point of snapping. On this day, he basically required me to put together a powerpoint justifying my existence and pretty much made clear that he wanted me gone.
I left work and decided I needed several drinks. I realized I had lost my wallet. I had $5 in my pocket and wouldn’t have any other cash until the next day. I bought a cheap pint of vodka. As I walked up to my building the bag broke and bottle smashed on the ground. Grown man, bawling on a bench, over a $5 bottle of vodka.
My freshman year of college I was super depressed with huge mood swings and I didnt understand why. I forced myself to go to the big rivalry basketball game in an effort to be more social. My school won in what was kind of an upset, and the crowd exploded with cheers and people stormed the court.
I just started bawling. Everyone around me was happy and cheering and I was crying and I had no idea why because I wasnt even sad or anything.
I walked back to my dorm, still bawling what is wrong with me why am I crying!? when I realized there might be a link to the new birth control I had been taking. Of course my emotions were out of whack, I was taking estrogen pills. I stopped taking them and 2 weeks later I was back to normal.
I was already feeling pretty fragile anyways, and was walking to the shop or something in the middle of winter when there was snow on the ground. My boot must have had a tiny pinprick sized hole and snow slush/water seeped in making my sock wet. I got home and my mum asked me what was up and I just started bawling because my sock was wet.
My grandma had a fisher price farm that I played with when I was growing up. I loved that thing so much. I never wanted to ask that she will it to me because I don’t want to bring up her death to either of us. Last month, she painted it black for Halloween because nobody played with it. I was sobbing in my bathroom at college.
One time I was PMSing real bad and a brick wall made me cry. I was trying to focus on something neutral in an attempt to reach emotional stability so I stared at a brick wall and it had the opposite of its intended effect- that brick wall wrecked me.
When I was 12 or 13, I saw Jurassic Bark, the infamous Futurama episode where Fry’s dog dies. The final scene brought out the waterworks in me, and soon I found myself audibly sobbing to a Matt Groening show.
Unbeknownst to me, my mother had snuck into my room, and was watching me cry. She broke the silence by asking me what was wrong, but I was so embarassed by crying over an animated comedy series that I immediately thought up a lie. I told my mom that her recent divorce (she and my stepfather had broken up 6 months before) was really taking a toll on me. She found me a therapist, and insisted that I go talk to them.
It cost her $300 worth of sessions with a shrink before I could admit that my emotions weren’t fueled by my now broken family, but instead by a cartoon dog.
I was around 8 or 9, I ate a third of a banana and thought I just killed this thing for no reason. I was crying as if someone died. I was weeping asking the banana to forgive me, glad my parents didn’t catch me or else I would’ve kept hearing about it. No clue what was wrong with me.
You know how most kids sleep with a stuffed animal or pillow? I slept with a balled up bed sheet. I don’t know what it was about that sheet, but I loved it and it provided a lot of comfort. When I was around 7-ish, we took a family vacation to Colorado. Instead of driving straight through, we spent a night in a hotel. I woke up that morning in the hotel and had lost my sheet. We were packing up to continue the drive and for the life of me I could not find it. I cried for like 2 days over my lost sheet.
My aunty put lots of effort one day into preparing for a barbecue, I mean like spend the whole day preparing for it and going and buying lots of stuff (she the angel type of person I mean she would do anything for anyone). She invited lots of people but I knew they wouldnt come, I ended up leaving her house and going home and crying for like half an hour because it upset me so much how good she was and how people cared so little. I dont know if all the stuff going on in my life at the time made me upset or not but it always stuck with me for some reason.
In 2nd grade my mom found me crying in my bed, completely inconsolable. When asked what was wrong, I said (through violent tears), “People are dying in Africa because Cheetas are eating them, and there’s nothing we can do to stop it!”
I think that was me first realizing that the world had a lot of issues that couldn’t easily be solved, but it’s pretty funny looking back on it.
It was probably the time I was playing Hungry Hungry Hippos with my family. My parents kept taking the marbles and putting them back in the middle, just to keep the game going.
I got SO UPSET about it, and ran to my room crying. No, this didn’t happen yesterday. I was 6 or 7 and had bought it at a ‘toy and bake sale’ at my school.
Just last Friday I started crying when I watched a clip from 101 Dalmatians – the Twilight Bark part – because all the dogs were so kind and helpful and dedicated to getting the puppies back.
But for all time, I’d say when I was 7 or 8 and I wanted the couch moved out from the wall so I could check if some missing Pokemon games were back there. My older brother moved the couch out from the wall for me. I started crying because I wanted my dad to move it.
Towards the end of my freshman year of college, I had a big depressive mood swing. I just felt empty with so little interest in doing anything. I decided to start playing Stardew Valley as an escape. The intro sequence where your grandpa tells you to open the letter when you need to get away from life just broke me.
After my appendix surgery, I was on a beautiful cocktail of painkillers and apparently very loopy. My mom tried to make me feel better by bringing me one of those amazing chocolate and cake confections that fancy bakers make to show off
Unfortunately, the treat was shaped like an absolutely adorable snowman and I started sobbing at the idea of consuming something so cute. My mom thought this was hilarious and started filming me, but then I cried so hard I tore my stitches and had to go back in to get fixed up.
Im so grateful Im never going to have appendicitis again.
When I was 7 or 8 years old, I had just moved to the states and had no friends. So I took to catching insects, frogs, and other small critters, naming them, and pretending like they were my Pokemon friends. One time I caught this big beautiful mammoth bear caterpillar and built a beautiful habitat for it with flowers, plenty of grass, a little house, anything it could need. I was all set to groom and evolve him to the big beautiful Butterfly I knew he would evolve into. But before I put him into his habitat, I lost him. I walked around trying to look for him and then I hear this loud crunch/squish. Yep, I had stepped on him. Our friendship, dreams and plans all gone, destroyed by me in an instant. I still remember the guilt and utter dismay I felt after realizing what I had done. I cried and was sad for a couple days after. Then I caught a frog named John a couple days later and accidentally killed him too.
I found myself in the MET one day (had not planned to visit). I’ve studied art history, work in the design field, painting is a hobby – so there is a connection and interest.
But just looking at pieces I hadn’t seen in a long time, forgotten about, had only seen as reproductions… something about the scale of the pieces, the proximity, seeing the brush strokes, the true color, details that can’t be photographed well – it took my breath away and tears welled up.
More recently was a small exhibit at a local art center for adults who are developmentally disabled. There was one piece that just got to me – it was abstract, lots of colors, repetitive circles – but the energy made me well up. I would have bought it if I could afford $475…!
One time I cried because rhinos are adorable and I had no idea.
Recently it has been discovered that they congregate at night and they literally frolic and cuddle like they’re all stuck on baby elephant mode.
I was not crying like the “I’m not crying” thing you do when you’re watching a sad movie with someone and don’t want anyone to notice.
I was hysterical. I woke my wife up with these sobs. She walked in to the living room thinking I was having another PTSD episode and I made her watch rhinos frolic while I sobbed and tried to explain why I was so overwhelmed.
She just looked at me like a disappointed parent looks at an exhausting child and walked back to bed. I think it was the appropriate response.