And now I'm teaching myself how.
Imagine a culture in which dead friends and lost childhoods are the norm.
"If I was ever upset around my dad there was no way he was going to let me openly cry about something."
"Old men in cardigans with their fly down and mismatched socks."
I've gone through breakups, friends' funerals, and family illnesses without shedding a single tear. It's made me wonder if something is wrong with me.
"Do you guys ever notice how trap is basically the hip-hop equivalent to emo?"
"I picture him sitting alone at a desk, hunched eagerly over his phone or tablet, aggressively beating one out. Lovely."
Rakeem Edwards is one of the "live criers" at Portland's monthly Sad Day event.
The poet laureate of sadboys all over the world is back with another broken, bruised, ballad-heavy record.
Apparently the modern man cries in public three times more than his father did, so we spoke to a few of them about blubbering.
So Sad Today answers your questions about friends, crying your ass off, and telling that special someone how you really feel.
The song you used to bang to? Yeah, that's gonna need two years minimum.