Post by The Curmudgeon on Apr 8, 2014 14:32:08 GMT 2
Bit of an odd choice of topic today, but I thought it served as an example of why we seem to want to share positively everything with strangers on the internet. So, I kinda, sorta know this guy from a friend. I've met him a couple of times, he added me as a friend on Facebook and I accepted. He posts the usual stuff, and he's fairly witty and literate so he gets to stay on my Friends list.
Today he posted this.
I didn't have a very good day yesterday. In actuality, I never really have a good day.
I went to the doctor's earlier, and burst into tears as soon as I was through the door. I've actually cried a few times over the past 24 hours, a grown man crying. There's a good one for you.
I fell ill in school. I'm still not my old self, as it was severe mental health issues. I couldn't travel further than 2 minutes in a car without nearly passing out due to an unknown fear. I spent full school days locked in a toilet weeping until the school phoned home concerned about me.
I always wanted to be a journalist, and perhaps work with the music press. I left school with virtually nothing. I'm terrified of college, so there goes my dream job from my youth.
I found solace in performing with the band. When I was on stage, I was never me. I was outside myself, and got to fight back at everything that was hurting me.
We entered the studio to record a CD. I tried to sing, and I couldn't. No matter how hard I tried to record, I would freeze in terror and nothing would come of it except a pain in my throat. Now? There is no band, no matter how much I try to pretend otherwise. It has imploded due to my failure.
I recently found part time work, alongside my brother. Everyone has been understanding and helpful, though only for a measly 8 hours a week.
I've come to love a person very much. The fact I can possibly make someone happy fills me with joy. Try as I might, I can't find anymore work, nor would I probably cope. I wish I could afford to be there for people as much as I want to be.
I'm spending my days in bed, sending emails putting together a record label. I need to wake up: this isn't my accomplishment. I'm taking the work of others, and aiding them in promotion in order to try and feel like I'm making any kind of difference.
I've managed to save £300. I'm spending it all on putting together a venture for charity that I hope can make those involved smile again. It's the one thing I can think about and say "You know, Gordon? You did good."
Has anybody read this? Probably not. Why did I post it? I'm tired of trying to tell every person I meet about who I am. So now everyone knows. I'm not brave, I'm not crying for help. I'm just tired.
So very tired.
What do you DO with that information? And more importantly, why would you SHARE that information? What's to be gained from that? I barely know the guy but now when I do meet him again I'll know he bursts into floods of tears when he goes to see the doctor.
When did this happen? When did we start sharing the most intimate, personal details with literally hundreds of people you really don't know all that well? I get Facebook is for social interaction, but God damn, where does it end?
So what would YOU say to someone who displays this to the world?
Today he posted this.
I didn't have a very good day yesterday. In actuality, I never really have a good day.
I went to the doctor's earlier, and burst into tears as soon as I was through the door. I've actually cried a few times over the past 24 hours, a grown man crying. There's a good one for you.
I fell ill in school. I'm still not my old self, as it was severe mental health issues. I couldn't travel further than 2 minutes in a car without nearly passing out due to an unknown fear. I spent full school days locked in a toilet weeping until the school phoned home concerned about me.
I always wanted to be a journalist, and perhaps work with the music press. I left school with virtually nothing. I'm terrified of college, so there goes my dream job from my youth.
I found solace in performing with the band. When I was on stage, I was never me. I was outside myself, and got to fight back at everything that was hurting me.
We entered the studio to record a CD. I tried to sing, and I couldn't. No matter how hard I tried to record, I would freeze in terror and nothing would come of it except a pain in my throat. Now? There is no band, no matter how much I try to pretend otherwise. It has imploded due to my failure.
I recently found part time work, alongside my brother. Everyone has been understanding and helpful, though only for a measly 8 hours a week.
I've come to love a person very much. The fact I can possibly make someone happy fills me with joy. Try as I might, I can't find anymore work, nor would I probably cope. I wish I could afford to be there for people as much as I want to be.
I'm spending my days in bed, sending emails putting together a record label. I need to wake up: this isn't my accomplishment. I'm taking the work of others, and aiding them in promotion in order to try and feel like I'm making any kind of difference.
I've managed to save £300. I'm spending it all on putting together a venture for charity that I hope can make those involved smile again. It's the one thing I can think about and say "You know, Gordon? You did good."
Has anybody read this? Probably not. Why did I post it? I'm tired of trying to tell every person I meet about who I am. So now everyone knows. I'm not brave, I'm not crying for help. I'm just tired.
So very tired.
What do you DO with that information? And more importantly, why would you SHARE that information? What's to be gained from that? I barely know the guy but now when I do meet him again I'll know he bursts into floods of tears when he goes to see the doctor.
When did this happen? When did we start sharing the most intimate, personal details with literally hundreds of people you really don't know all that well? I get Facebook is for social interaction, but God damn, where does it end?
So what would YOU say to someone who displays this to the world?
