Quote (Zoboomafoo @ Oct 15 2012 01:00am)
btw its nice for a change when ppl actually try to talk bout real shit instead of trollin errday in this forum
I agree. You'd see me post a lot more if people actually talked about meaningful shit (as you can clearly tell by this thread)
Quote (macfinn @ Oct 15 2012 01:04am)
yeah good elaboration.
but it really is her responsibility to 'woman' up and deal with the bullying. take onus herself, or get a mediator to alleviate the issue(s). maybe it results in a 200 hrs of community service for the bullies, but it'll will surely tone down the bullying and give her some liberty.
thats why i think people call suicide victims cowards. because they drop EVERYTHING in their lives (and the lives of their kin and close friends) for one sole purpose of taking oneself out of the equation.
ironically, it would almost seem like the very opposite of a selfish act. cowardly? perhaps, not 'womaning up.' but thats where the potential disadvantages she had come in to play.
I agree. I used to call suicide victims cowards. I used to have the mindset that anyone that committed suicide couldn't man up and deal with their problems the right way. it's the easy way out, blah blah. I used to feel super strongly about it too. Now my thoughts are all confused, and ultimately I think it comes down to a case-by-case basis on my thoughts on suicide. I do feel that it's selfish though. I know personally that my parents have given everything they have for me. To end it just like that? Hell, what point would they even have in living anymore? Everything they've done is basically wasted too.
I dated a girl for six months last semester, and learned more about suicide and depression and mental disorders than I ever imagined. My ex- came back with a sheet of diagnosed disorders longer than tupac's rap sheet. I discovered that she cut herself, was on every medication known to man, attempted suicide to the the point where she drank nail polish remover and burnt a hole through the inside of her throat. This girl had so many problems that I can't even put it into words. But that's okay. Her mom lost all her teeth by the time she was 23 because she was such a meth head. Her dad left her when she was 8 and never talked to her again. She spent more years in a mental hospital than she did in school. She ran away from home hundreds of miles before she got caught. She spent more nights on the street or in a car than she did under a roof (which was never her own anyway). She ultimately turned bisexual, and was a devout Wiccan. She is a third year freshman because she kept failing out of school for not going to classes, yet she was smart enough to petition her way through all the big wigs to get them to allow her back. I didn't know any of this when I dated her. Why? because despite her imperfections, she was a very bright girl. Very intelligent, very talented at about anything she did. She was a great musician and an amazing cook. I didn't start finding this stuff out til about a month into our relationship. The friends she hung out with would do drugs all the time and all sorts of other shady shit. Steal peoples shit out of garages, things like that. She ultimately ended up cheating on me with one of them. At that point, I broke up with her, but I didn't leave her because I knew she needed help. So I did really all that I could. I was there for her.
She got kicked out of school again and was forced to move out of the dorms. She was going to move to Texas with her mom and all her old crackhead friends, but she really wanted to stay away from that, and I could see it in her eyes. I took all her shit and stored it at my house (Where my parents lived, since I lived in the dorm and had no room). She kept her important shit in my room. Since I have a roommate, I told her she couldn't really stay here, so she played musical couches for four months without having a place to live. She ultimately picked up a part time job 45 mins away which I drove her to. It only paid her like $25, and I jsut bit the bullet on the gas, but it was something. Then she got a job working at walmart. Worked there for about a month while playing musical couches, and was finally able to get an apartment with my help of a downpayment. She stopped talking to all her old friends (the druggies) and started hanging out more with some more classy people. Now she's working 32 hours a week and is a full-time student, vice president on the mock trial team, and involved in a lot of other things. Has her own apartment, and is starting to buy her own things. She finally managed to contact her dad and was reunited with him about a month and a half ago.
The whole point of that is that there's always people out there that are involved in a lot of bad shit that really just need a hand.