Well, I used to be a very "cry-at-the-drop-of-a-hat" type of person. I was like that all the way up until I became homeless and something clicked in me that went, "oh, ->-bleeped-<-, I give up, I don't care anymore, I have to be strong to get through this ->-bleeped-<- alive and I'm sick of being the one people have to take care of and worry about". Wow that was a long sentence. Anyhow. It wasn't really a conscious thing. As hard as I tried before this to change myself, it didn't work. It was more my circumstances that made me different. I guess you could just try seeing it as...I want to be the strong one. I have to pull myself together. You're not weak if you cry though. Just may get looked at funny by other guys. Now that I'm like this...I can't really break down. I don't often. If I do...it's just a momentary thing that I do alone or in a rageful breakdown instead of crying.