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it would seem that this is far beyond the point of being necessary, and well into the factor of being an obligation on my part. No one else will say it, no one else will voice this, or so I've noticed all too often. I am well aware that this will come off as an extremely rash, angry, and possibly hurtful post, and I regard this point as trivial, seeing as that, hopefully, this post will make some kind of difference. If my already meager friends list shrinks even more at this point, that's fine with me. Something to remember though, if you think this is about you entirely, then you are far from being right. This message is about so many people that I know, and the fact that this is getting on my nerves beyond measure.
It seems that about every year, at about this time, people seem to begin to lose their dignity, or something, I'm yet to be sure on this point. Shutting themselves off from friends and loved ones, half-hearted suicide attempts, rash decisions and quite a few more things that would make a movie writer balk, it's pitiful. Perhaps I'm cynical, perhaps I'm as cold as Wolf often called me on, I don't know. I know that people have issues, but aI also know that, having been there, attempting to become the tragic hero/herione(whichever the case may be) by stimulating yourselves with massive amounts of chemicals, taking a knife to your veins, whatever you may, doesn't pay off nearly as much as one may think. In fact, becoming the tragic hero/heroine makes you get the attention you asked for, but not in the form you wanted. Friends, and total strangers, in the best description, that's petty, childish, and demeaning. Making others suffer so you can be cried over, so you can ravish in the masses of attention that come your way, it's just... Immature, there's a word. So many men and women I know who've used such tactics to gain appeal from various crowds, it's just sickening. Every time I see someone, or hear someone talking about something like "oh look, i'm making myself bleed. Oh woe is me. Oh what a tragic life I live." it keys off to me as a desperate cry for attention. Not for help, but attention. This can and oftentimes does derive from childhood, but not nearly in the manner one would think. The children who live the actual damaging lives grow up a bit stronger, and more prepared for the harsh bits of life out there, knowing full well that they are better off alone, then letting themselves get smashed by any form of emotion, and then there's the spoilt children. These kids get EVERYTHING they want, or damn near. Once they hit reality, however, the attention of their parents isn't enough for them. They need more. So some turn to drugs(in order to put themselves in a circle of friends who appreciate them, which they seldom do), Mad amounts of sex(in order to create peaks of emotional self-wealth. Oftentimes, these types do this only so that they think more of themselves, think they've accomplished something), Violence(such as fighting, shoplifting, and whatever, also to raise one's self wealth, often to the contrary...), and self mutilation. This last point brings me to the big one. To damage oneself is to damage all around oneself. Suicide attemptees aren't doing what they do to kill themselves, they're doing it to catch the eye of those around them. They do it in closed rooms, hoping someone will walk in on them doing it, and devote hours and such of attention to helping them. They do it in public places so even total strangers will notice. They do it in massive flourishes, screaming what they're going to do to themselves, hoping that those around them will stop what they are doing to watch and beg them to stop. Most of them claim to have some huge life-altering event occur in their lives and they say that that is what drives them over the edge. Two words...
Big Deal.
We've all been through crap to different degrees. There ain't a damn thing in this world that no one can get over(save for a nasty virus, but that's just that. Nothing emotional.) It saddens me that so many out there will go to such extremes to gain an effective mass of attention. To all whom this applies, if you're still reading, put the damn knife down, quit playing prima-donna, and GET THE FUCK OVER YOURSELVES. even me, the japanese culture freak, knows that suicide accomplishes nothing. Like I said, I went through that phase(for about 3 days, mind you) and I know it's outcomes. Scars that only healed by luck, funny looks from old friends, shame, grief, aggravation, and everything in between. Look at it this way. I have big things happening.
1: I have no job, I have no real talents and skills that can be used in today's job market. There's one reason to be stressed and/or pissed with myself.
2: I have a possible business forming in the next month or so. We've done the calculations over and over again, and we've figured our possible percentage rate of failure. Those figures came out to 73%. That means we have a one in four chance of success, give or take.
On to my next point. WHO CARES HOW FUCKING POPULAR YOU ARE. WHO CARES HOW THE FUCK YOU LOOK. A colleague of mine told me once that "Make yourself known by wearing what they want you to, doing what they want you do, and you are nothing but a puppet, an object. Make yourself known as a person, an emotional embodiment, A face to be remembered by any detail but those of visual and of trend-based formulae, and you make yourself into a person. Ask to be treated as you wish to be treated. In the circumstance that you are more a person than a puppet, you are less popular, because you cannot be controlled. You may be without as many friends, but the ones you find will be that much more sincere, and thus more worth it."
I rest my case. Insert flames and recourse letters here.
It seems that about every year, at about this time, people seem to begin to lose their dignity, or something, I'm yet to be sure on this point. Shutting themselves off from friends and loved ones, half-hearted suicide attempts, rash decisions and quite a few more things that would make a movie writer balk, it's pitiful. Perhaps I'm cynical, perhaps I'm as cold as Wolf often called me on, I don't know. I know that people have issues, but aI also know that, having been there, attempting to become the tragic hero/herione(whichever the case may be) by stimulating yourselves with massive amounts of chemicals, taking a knife to your veins, whatever you may, doesn't pay off nearly as much as one may think. In fact, becoming the tragic hero/heroine makes you get the attention you asked for, but not in the form you wanted. Friends, and total strangers, in the best description, that's petty, childish, and demeaning. Making others suffer so you can be cried over, so you can ravish in the masses of attention that come your way, it's just... Immature, there's a word. So many men and women I know who've used such tactics to gain appeal from various crowds, it's just sickening. Every time I see someone, or hear someone talking about something like "oh look, i'm making myself bleed. Oh woe is me. Oh what a tragic life I live." it keys off to me as a desperate cry for attention. Not for help, but attention. This can and oftentimes does derive from childhood, but not nearly in the manner one would think. The children who live the actual damaging lives grow up a bit stronger, and more prepared for the harsh bits of life out there, knowing full well that they are better off alone, then letting themselves get smashed by any form of emotion, and then there's the spoilt children. These kids get EVERYTHING they want, or damn near. Once they hit reality, however, the attention of their parents isn't enough for them. They need more. So some turn to drugs(in order to put themselves in a circle of friends who appreciate them, which they seldom do), Mad amounts of sex(in order to create peaks of emotional self-wealth. Oftentimes, these types do this only so that they think more of themselves, think they've accomplished something), Violence(such as fighting, shoplifting, and whatever, also to raise one's self wealth, often to the contrary...), and self mutilation. This last point brings me to the big one. To damage oneself is to damage all around oneself. Suicide attemptees aren't doing what they do to kill themselves, they're doing it to catch the eye of those around them. They do it in closed rooms, hoping someone will walk in on them doing it, and devote hours and such of attention to helping them. They do it in public places so even total strangers will notice. They do it in massive flourishes, screaming what they're going to do to themselves, hoping that those around them will stop what they are doing to watch and beg them to stop. Most of them claim to have some huge life-altering event occur in their lives and they say that that is what drives them over the edge. Two words...
Big Deal.
We've all been through crap to different degrees. There ain't a damn thing in this world that no one can get over(save for a nasty virus, but that's just that. Nothing emotional.) It saddens me that so many out there will go to such extremes to gain an effective mass of attention. To all whom this applies, if you're still reading, put the damn knife down, quit playing prima-donna, and GET THE FUCK OVER YOURSELVES. even me, the japanese culture freak, knows that suicide accomplishes nothing. Like I said, I went through that phase(for about 3 days, mind you) and I know it's outcomes. Scars that only healed by luck, funny looks from old friends, shame, grief, aggravation, and everything in between. Look at it this way. I have big things happening.
1: I have no job, I have no real talents and skills that can be used in today's job market. There's one reason to be stressed and/or pissed with myself.
2: I have a possible business forming in the next month or so. We've done the calculations over and over again, and we've figured our possible percentage rate of failure. Those figures came out to 73%. That means we have a one in four chance of success, give or take.
On to my next point. WHO CARES HOW FUCKING POPULAR YOU ARE. WHO CARES HOW THE FUCK YOU LOOK. A colleague of mine told me once that "Make yourself known by wearing what they want you to, doing what they want you do, and you are nothing but a puppet, an object. Make yourself known as a person, an emotional embodiment, A face to be remembered by any detail but those of visual and of trend-based formulae, and you make yourself into a person. Ask to be treated as you wish to be treated. In the circumstance that you are more a person than a puppet, you are less popular, because you cannot be controlled. You may be without as many friends, but the ones you find will be that much more sincere, and thus more worth it."
I rest my case. Insert flames and recourse letters here.