I can’t stand it when people cry. I always find it so melodramatic when someone’s releasing genuine tears in public (i.e., not in the privacy of underneath your own covers in your own bedroom with the door shut). It’s like, hello!? Crying never gets you anywhere. And I would know, I’m a frequent crier*1. But I can’t help it when it happens; I was born this way. Truly, my baby, toddler, and childhood nickname was Crybaby*2. As such, I’m able to detect when crying is chronic (like mine) or purely emotional (which is highly inappropriate).
Allow me to explain further: the emotional kind is used by the selfish with the intention of making you feel bad for them because they’re undergoing a momentary feeling of sadness. Sooner or later though, the sad feeling goes away, rendering the crying a waste of time for both the crier and the involuntary witness(es). Chronic crying, on the other hand, is the residual effect of hormonal imbalance, low levels of maturity, proneness to irritability, and not getting enough sleep (I find that when I don’t get a full 10 hours of sleep a night, I am more likely to engage in chronic crying during the day). Not to mention, when it happens, I’m considerate enough to cover my face or turn away in shame. I at least make an attempt to hide that stuff. The emotional criers will look you right in the eye while they’re doing it! Then their crying suddenly stops and they probably don’t do it again for months.
Unlike them, I don’t just cry because I’m sad and want attention and expect people to care. I cry for a ton of reasons and I know no one cares. I'm not looking for attention - I just do it.
*1 a person or animal that cries
*2 In Cantonese, it’s pronounced ‘haam bao.’