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You know when you keep on thinking about yourself getting stabbed in the neck or getting your neck cut off and then you have to keep on touching your neck otherwise you'll feel wrong and uncomfortable
Everything I say, I say and mean truthfully and earnestly. I only feel the need to put it here because I have no personal confidants and I am curious to see if anybody else has had similar experiences, as I haven't seen this topic broadly discussed in real life or on the internet. < In short, I believe my younger sister is a victim of social media's glorification of mental illness, and this has, in turn, encouraged her to act as if she is mentally ill. It could be said that I don't know what's going on in her brain, and that may be true, but, judging by her actions, she is not clinically depressed nor meaningfully dysthymic. She has a number of hobbies that she participates in regularly. She willfully goes out with her friends on a near-weekly basis. Almost every night I am made to listen to her inane phone calls with her stupid friends through the thin walls of my home. She has never attempted to kill herself nor been committed to a mental institution. Her appetite is fine, but her eating patterns are unnatural and selective. This rules out anhedonia, consistently depressed mood, active suicidality and significant weight fluctuation. Thus, I can conclude that her depression is likely inauthentic. < A couple of days ago, while she was wearing pajama shorts, I noticed a couple of scratches on her leg. I am not downplaying the severity of her "injuries" when I say that they could not have penetrated beyond the first layer of her skin. To the extent of my knowledge, these are the only marks of self harm on her body. Her arms, lower legs and face are undamaged. This is what she had gotten my parents so worked up and worried about. This is what she is going to be prescribed anti-depressant medication over. It reminded me of a statement I saw put out by the administrative team of a gore forum I used to lurk on about their decision to forbid any and all photos of user made self-harm photos because it acted as a social contagion that encouraged even more people to engage in it for acceptance and attention, and I realize now how true that is. Some of my sister's acquaintances have engaged in self harm before and they received attention and consolation for it. Owing to the insatiable female desire for attention, she decided to not only engage in it too, but engage in it vocally, with absolutely no regards for the stress, shame and neurosis it would inflict upon my parents. < I remember the day my sister first decided to tell my mother about her "mental health", her desire to cut herself. It was delivered in a completely deadpan, monotone voice, and it was the first time I had heard my mother cry in years. After that, she was booked into a therapist, and, more recently, "upgraded" to some sort a psychiatrist (the only party who really benefits from this ordeal, but I digress) to help deal with her "issues". My parents are now forced to foot the bill for my sibling's plea for attention and apparent inability to silently cope with her objectively above average life as a white female in a middle class home with absolutely no history of physical/emotional/psychological abuse or serious mental illness. As I am typing this, I can hear my mother going through the cutlery drawers in the kitchen and throwing out all of our sharp knives. It vexes me to no end.
You constantly hear about how the Amazon rainforest is getting chopped down. About how 99% of earth's swampland is going to die. About how 99% of species are going extinct. And over time I just get annoyed hearing about this shit. It feels like a larp. Because if the Amazon and swamps are so important then why do you guys never talk about them except to talk about how they are dying? I think swamps and the Everglades are really cool but I have never seen a conversation where someone talked about how cool swamps are before, I have only seen people just endlessly talk about how swamps are on the verge of extinction and in 60 years nobody will even know what a swamp looks like. I don't get it. If swamps really mattered, wouldn't we actually want to talk about them? It seems like nobody actually gives a fuck about nature but they want to larp as a nature lover for some weird reason just so they can say the planet is dying
>finally sold my car >wanted to celebrate >get a gift card so i can buy some bing bing wahoo handheld >card doesn't work anywhere >the pajeets at visa customer service won't refund me why do the jews hate us so bad bros? i just wanted to play a video game
A few months ago I started a new job, the biggest difference between this one and my last one is that most of my co-workers are my age. I'm 22 and since 18 I have been working full-time at a shithole staffed by pajeets and other foreigners. Everyone there was 40+ so I was totally isolated from my own generation. Just before my 22nd birthday I started this new job and holy shit it's so much better to be around other white people my age, the girls here are angels and are so nice to me. They treat me just as well as the chads here. If you work alongside boomers or older people you are seriously missing out.
