I never thought I'd be one to write one of these, but I'm finally tired of it and I need somewhere to write it down in. My LiveJournal's not exactly a place for venting my anger, so I'm glad there's a place of ranting here to do so.
The last few weeks for me haven't exactly been a shining example of the enduring nature of the human race, I've come across a number of different people that just constantly feel the need to put themselves into a state of depression almost purposefully, it's actually even cost me a friend. (No they didn't die, but I couldn't take them being so damn emotional anymore.)
Let me list a few examples:
- One person seemed to feel the need to always be miserable, they'd constantly complain about how everything isn't working their way and that everyone is upset with them when they think it's not their fault. They seem to easily shift the blame off themselves just so that they can constantly feel picked on.
- One friend of mine broke off a relationship and has been in break-up hell for almost a year, I have constantly advised them to just move on with their lives and to let the feelings pass, however every week they post a new blog about how they're pining over their ex still, even using words that make them seem like they're considering some sort of suicide. I've confronted them on this already, and even though they consistently say they'll get over it, it seems to get worse and worse for them every day.
- One has decided to cover up their insecurities and such by trying to find some medical illness they can pass it off as. As silly as this sounds, they're being insistent on this and it's seriously made me question how they actually perceive their friends. Why would someone go through all the trouble to look up an illness and pass off their own insecurities as that?
Is this world starting to go mad? Are we all as a race beginning to embrace failure and depression and accept the fact that we're all a bunch of rejects? It's a sad sight when friends who were once enjoyable people to be around, so full of energy and vigor, are now lifeless husks brooding in their rooms listening to music that just fuels their hatred for themselves even further. I may have hatred myself, but at least my hatred is healthy! I don't hate myself, I hate the fact that my friends are not what they once were anymore, they're complete hypocrisies of what they said they'd be!