Comments on: Discoveries in Human Behaviour

by: Katy Newton

Sun, 25 May 2008 16:26:31 +0000

Adena, I am so sorry for your loss.

by: Cliff

Sun, 25 May 2008 08:41:51 +0000

Hi Adena, that’s really touching and thank you for reading this post and for sharing your comments. I like to think that the internet gives a new angle to self expression and that we may learn more about ourselves.

Perhaps it’s caused by the exhaustion from the sadness? I find that easier to understand now through comments here and experience since. Best wishes and happiness - you have my deepest respect and gratitude.

by: Adena

Sun, 25 May 2008 00:29:25 +0000

My son died 4 years ago in July…he was 22 years old. I’ve cried a lot in my life, but nothing with more agony then when I trying to understood that I would never see my baby again.

Since that time EVERY time I cry, not just tearing of my eyes but really crying, I yawn every few seconds. I just completely stop crying and a BIG yawn happens.

It has been extremely frustrating because it makes me feel like people will think I am faking the crying. Usually people aren’t around me when I cry (I don’t like to cry in front of people - my controlling nature,) but it has occurred during moments when people are present.

It makes me very, very angry not to be able to show my emotions the way I want to. I’ve been looking this up on the internet and still haven’t found out why.

by: Diane

Sat, 05 May 2007 01:30:20 +0000

I came across this ‘Discovery’ of yours by googling ‘cry yawn’. When I sob, as opposed to weep, I yawn. Always. It’s as though I am crying with my entire torso, then I must take in air. I yawn during my saddest cries. Always have.

by: Mike

Fri, 06 May 2005 21:15:00 +0000

Yes … aliens … that’s who I’d put my money on reading blogs

As for the whole, “Don’t look at the embarrasing person” .. how S.E. English.

Embarrased?

by: Terrance

Fri, 06 May 2005 08:44:00 +0000

Interesting. I’ve seen people cry in public before, usually in passing. I always go away wondering why they’re crying, and then making up a story about why I think they’re crying.

Interesting blog, BTW. I found you through a comment of yours at ZenDiary.Org.

by: Jocelyn Lavin

Fri, 06 May 2005 07:43:00 +0000

I once cried on a train all the way from Edinburgh to Manchester. Just before we got to Manchester, a slightly drunken off-duty policewoman got on the train, and decided it was her duty to cheer me up. She came out with every cliche in the book… “tomorrow is another day”; “he’s not worth it”; “well, it’s not as if someone’s died, is it?”; “eventually you’ll look back on this and laugh”; etc.

I really, really wanted to hit her.