Thanks. "No, I'm not okay, and that's all right, because I'm going to be" was last year's big revelation. It happened sometime after "it's fine to not be okay."
There's just this... thing, I guess, in modern society that combines the Real World's "keep it together, pretend everything is fine, and for god's sake, don't scare the neighbors" with the internet's glorification of the train wreck. It's cool to have problems, but God help you if you actually have problems, like a death close to you or a stress breakdown or just the average everyday shit that everyone gets. And nobody deals with their shit, it's fantastic.
And by "fantastic" I do not mean anything good.
If anyone ever told me to deal with it, seriously, I don't remember. (I've certainly been told the phrase affectionately, such as after venting to my mother, who will laugh at me and give me a hug and tell me to deal with it, which is her way of saying "get back to work.") But a friend of mine has issues that come from her mother's big National Geographic collection of issues, her religious upbringing's lovely full set of issues, and the fact that her six-months-and-counting-good-riddance ex-boyfriend, whenever she was upset, told her to deal with it.
A LOT of people, whenever she was stressed or upset or genuinely had a problem that talking about would help all told her to deal with it. And she was really upset, because I think she (and all of them too, assholes) was under the (very common) misinterpretation that having "dealt with it" meant you were so normal and angst-free your life could be used as a setting on the dishwasher. Poor little thing would get so frustrated she'd yell at them "HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO DEAL WITH THIS?" and no one could tell her.
So aside from somebody peeing in the dating pool and her upbringing screaming "CLOCK'S TICKING ONLY USELESS PEOPLE ARE SINGLE," she thought that "dealing with it" was a fallacy.
And it isn't, and surprise surprise, it turns out she HAS been dealing with it all along. Unfortunately, Dorothy had the better deal. ::Shrugs:: Maybe it'll bring her some peace of mind... it does me, when I need it.
There's just this... thing, I guess, in modern society that combines the Real World's "keep it together, pretend everything is fine, and for god's sake, don't scare the neighbors" with the internet's glorification of the train wreck. It's cool to have problems, but God help you if you actually have problems, like a death close to you or a stress breakdown or just the average everyday shit that everyone gets. And nobody deals with their shit, it's fantastic.
And by "fantastic" I do not mean anything good.
If anyone ever told me to deal with it, seriously, I don't remember. (I've certainly been told the phrase affectionately, such as after venting to my mother, who will laugh at me and give me a hug and tell me to deal with it, which is her way of saying "get back to work.") But a friend of mine has issues that come from her mother's big National Geographic collection of issues, her religious upbringing's lovely full set of issues, and the fact that her six-months-and-counting-good-riddance ex-boyfriend, whenever she was upset, told her to deal with it.
A LOT of people, whenever she was stressed or upset or genuinely had a problem that talking about would help all told her to deal with it. And she was really upset, because I think she (and all of them too, assholes) was under the (very common) misinterpretation that having "dealt with it" meant you were so normal and angst-free your life could be used as a setting on the dishwasher. Poor little thing would get so frustrated she'd yell at them "HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO DEAL WITH THIS?" and no one could tell her.
So aside from somebody peeing in the dating pool and her upbringing screaming "CLOCK'S TICKING ONLY USELESS PEOPLE ARE SINGLE," she thought that "dealing with it" was a fallacy.
And it isn't, and surprise surprise, it turns out she HAS been dealing with it all along. Unfortunately, Dorothy had the better deal. ::Shrugs:: Maybe it'll bring her some peace of mind... it does me, when I need it.
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