I hate to cry and seem to do it inappropriately.
Example: I never cried when my mother died.
Yet, when I watch little kids play a sport and everyone claps when an injured player stands up, suddenly I am a mess and glad I am wearing sunglasses.
Today I teared up when all the traffic pulled aside to let an emergency vehicle through!?!
When I do cry publicly, the fact of that seems to hurt me almost as much the original hurt.