I don't cry, as a rule.
Until a couple years ago I'd cried a grand total of I think 7 times in my adult life. Meaning, at one point I could tick them off on my fingers, and I think I recall that was the number of them I have them written down somewhere.
Now, I have no idea how many times I've cried, and I still don't cry as a rule. Why? Because I HATE it. Some people seems to enjoy crying. Or find a release in crying. I don't. It makes everything about a million times worse. And I really do mean everything. My emotions are ravaged, I'm suicidal as f*ck, I can't think, my face swells up, my eyes swell shut, my contacts shred from the salt, my throat gets too raw to talk/swallow, my ribs get all swollen (similar to pleurisy), and the motherf*cking thing lasts for hours to days. Meant literally. If I'm crying for days? What I mean is that I'm crying for days. Not off and on. Falling asleep crying, & waking up to a soaked pillow, and still crying non-stop until the whole thing repeats. So we've got mental sucks, emotional sucks, physical sucks, and my life grinds to a halt / I can't do anything. No. Just no. I really, really, REALLY hate crying.