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Published on: 18 May 2012 by mimi_anetionete
This evening when I was at my second job, I had a table come in and I went over there to greet them. There was the mother, the father, their son and their daughter. Their daughter had the whole "emo-grunge-goth" scene thing gong on, while her siblings were pretty average, I'd say. She was wearing a tank top, and there were the most repulsive, disgusting cuts all up and down her arms. They were shallow. They looked like pin scrapes, or perhaps a shaving razor. There were a few deep ones on her right bicep. Some of the cuts had... dirt on them, or looked sticky.
Puke! It was nasty.
I myself have never, ever brought some sort of sharp object to my arm or leg or anywhere. I think to mutiliate your body is the most appalling thing you could do. I had friends that did it, sure, when we were 13, 14, 15... well we're 19, 20, 21, and everytime we meet up for coffee, we would be sitting there in our normal clothes, or our office clothes, and my friend would look out of place, with these thin white lines spidering her arms.
I've seen it in clubs, or at the bars too. When I was single, me and my particular friend who used to self mutilate to the extent she was hospitalized for two years, was getting hit on a by a hot guy. She gushed about him all night, and after a few rounds hit, she removed her sweater to hit the dance floor with him, and he was totally psyched, right into her. Well he took her hand, and he looked down and saw all those gross scars.
He danced with her for a minute, but wasn't into it anymore, and faded off. My friend was devestated. I searched him out in the crowd and boldly approached him and his buddies, demanding to know why he had just ditched her after playing the moves. He gave me a dirty look and said "those cuts on her arms are so f'cking nasty. I don't touch crazy bitches."
Please, don't cut yourself.
You will regret it, fifteen years from now, when you're trying to find a job, and your employer looks at you and sees all the ugly scars and will think the worst.
I know I would.
and finally, LEARN SELF CONTROL. It's not that hard! Just control yourself! These days, EVERYONE has depression, or bipolar disorder, or dissassociative identity disorder, or schizophrenia, etc., everyone has some kind of excuse, some kind of sickness...
In the 1920s- 1940s, during the great World Wars, people banded together and stayed together. Do you think you're in pain? Those soldiers knew pain. Children forced into prosititution know pain. The people in the Middle East, Central Africa and South America know pain. While we sit at our computers in our safe homes and think its so awful. it's not.
but then again, maybe i'm being an insensitive bitch, perhaps i'm wasting your time, or perhaps i'm being cynically optimistic, whatever. I'm so sick of it.
I've come to realize over the years that I have grown pretty insensitive to the plights of my fellow man. i listen, i really do, everytime, but even when i offer my well-thought of advice its "no, it's the worst of the worst"... please, its not.
There is always a out.
No, I don't mean suicide. But please dont say your suicidal if your not. you're insulting all the other people who failed. and you just... failed at failing, saying it.
grow up. life's short. no one wants to see you in a hospital of dialysis because you got a blood infection.