This may sound hypocritical coming from a blogger (what with a blog being the socially acceptable form of masturbation), but I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about using depression to get sympathy, and it seems only fitting that my 200th post on this blog is a rage post, with some Harry Potter jokes in.
So here's the particular incident that is fulling my anger at this. I'm not just "raeg". I am legitimately furious about this twisted thing. Ctrl+click on them to view separately them if they distend your screen or just sort of "what" at you.
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| for some reason my name-editing did not work on the last guy. let's ignore that. |
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| Seriously, by about here I have no fucking clue what is happening. |
Now, here's the thing - Channy is my age. She's 16/17. Clearly, the world WILL END if someone does not like her. My responses were big-ish, so I will simply quote them here.
"So you posted a status pretending you were dead and then going BUT WAIT is fucking stupid and sort of, you know, sick. If you're going through a "tough time with friends", realise what is causing it and then either stop what you are doing or, and here's the tricky part, realise those people are cunts anyway and move the fuck on with your life. Like a reasonable young adult."
"Here's the thing, sunshine - one of my best friends killed herself this year, and none of us knew until after her funeral had taken place, and to this day we do not know why, or what even happened. The fact you are using suicide as a way to say "I have a desperate need for attention that cannot be filled through legitimate means" is sick, and you are an idiot and a twisted fucker if you think that's okay. Your world is not going to end because of "friend issues" in *highschool* for christ's sake.
You are desperate for validation, and so you post about this kind of shit. "Like if you care about me"? Really? Do you know what really drives people away? Desperation.
And now a helpful interlude from Heather, a girl younger than you with actual legit mental illness, who has made attempts on her own life due to the severity of her illness. "That's fucking stupid and you should tell her she's an insensitive idiot who should be deserted by everyone for taking emotional advantage of people who are supposed to be her friends.""
If you are having a problem - an actual, real problem - this is exactly what you do not do. You need to get help, not post bullshit on social networking sites - especially where your parents can see. (I want to point out this is probably why Channy has not responded - she has been found out by her kind-of-an-arse-but-well-meaning-father and quite-lovely-but-needs-a-spine mother) It's a terrible idea, and you can't expect things to get better when you are actively doing things to ruin them.
After Chinchilla took her own life, I felt like I had lost a part of myself. She was one of my best friends on the planet, and a bigger influence on me than you can ever imagine. The fact that this girl is using suicide to gain sympathy for her upper-middle-class white girl problems makes me so angry that I feel sick. She decides it's acceptable to draw attention to herself like this, saying she's SOOO ALOOOONE and begging for people's attention while her family have enough food and money for the rest of their suburb to live on for weeks. She has two expensive laptops, a flat screen TV in her room bigger than the one in our lounge room, a PS3, an iPhone, an Xbox, three-hundred-dollar collectable dolls, and no worries for her future, and yet she threatens suicide because of highschool friend problems.
When I was younger, I had some very severe mental problems. I had severe and psychotic depression, post-traumatic stress, was a victim of horrible bullying, and my aspergers was undiagnosed. I pulled some of this shit myself (we all do at some point), but less "lyk dis status if u car abut me" and more "Something is very wrong. Can someone please, please help me?" and people did. Once my trauma began to die down, I found it a lot easier to get on with shit and do what needed doing. No, I'm not perfect, and there are things I do wrong, but I don't beg for attention like an abandoned spaniel because my group of friends at school were sort of dicks.
If you have a problem, fix it. Otherwise, don't complain when things turn to shit.
Much love.
(ps: creating the Filthy Victorians LJ tonight. will facebook, twitter and blog the link when it is done)
