The following is abrasive, but short.
Today I go to BBoCS, a web comic I like to read. Instead of the comic I see a five page rant about the artist’s girlfriend leaving him, gambling debts, and a suicide threat. On the forumn I see an outpouring of comfort and humane support. Oh, and a note that he didn’t actually kill himself.
I also get a note from C (and you guys know who C is) asking that I retcon his entire existence off all the parts of the Internet I run to give him some sort of peace. I’m not even going to speculate as to how screwed up that is.
During my entire online existence the vast majority of people I talk to are bipolar, depressive, angsty, suicidal, easily unsettled, and burst into frequent angry rants and/or crying jags. I had to talk down three friends from killing themselves. I’ve had to share the pain so often that it hurt me too from the sheer worry of what’s awaiting me when I log in next, when I open my mailbox next, when I check a message board next.
And I think it says something when I can see the above two examples and not even bat an eye or feel anything, not even sympathy or compassion.
So, if it’s not too egotistical, blunt, and obnoxious to state: What the hell is wrong with everybody other than me?
Or, to turn that around into a scarier statement: What the hell is wrong with me that I attract and/or am attracted to the least stable people on the planet?
L. H. Puttgrass is off to the tub.