I commonly experience something I like to call delayed grief. I find it hard to cry in sad situations and even wish I could so as not to come off as a cold-hearted bitch. I'm really not, but I guess sometimes I just become numb. However, I don't escape feeling the grief. It will hit me hours, sometimes days later, when I'm least expecting it. Once, I was sitting in class quietly, and suddenly I stood up, threw a bag of crackers across the room and started bawling. It was only later that I realized that this was actually my way of dealing with the death of someone close to me. This event was long in the past, but I guess the grief took a while to get to me.