Obligatory "I am not currently in any danger; I actually have an inpatient facility where I can admit myself at any time if I actually needed to, which I've never needed to do anyway."
I could've chosen to go to attend a university that's more than just a couple hours away from where I call home.
I could've had COVID / the flu / mono / strep, but instead I have... a cold? A cold + bronchitis?
Well, if you read my blog thinking that you're going to find it brimming with optimism, you're mistaken. But in a recent blog post, I did mention something about being more optimistic, or whatever.
Why did I stop smoking?
Why did I stop drinking? My mental health has gotten: exactly zero percent better!
Hmm. Oh, that's right, the optimism. At least my physical health is better!
At least the class that I dropped wasn't actually needed for either my major or minor!
*record scratch*
At some point, the optimism gets really toxic in and of itself. Gaslighty.
That sounds like a Pokemon. Gaslighty. A psychic type, to be sure.
Nevermind what the "positivity" is actually covering up. The only thing to do in that stupid fucking college town is drink. I have quite literally socially blacksheeped myself by going straightedge. And the reason I did that was to improve my mental health, LOL, and yet I have been on the verge of a total mental breakdown, tempted to drop out of college altogether, can't sleep—so what, where exactly did I get?
Now, after you've chewed on that for a bit, spitting it out once it's lost flavor, riddle me this. Why do I care? It seems pretty much all of the girls that I meet out in the bar / party scene I wouldn't trust as far as I could throw them. The guys are incredibly obnoxious and toxic. So again, why do I care that I no longer do the things necessary to make them all temporarily tolerable, like drinking 12 drinks and smoking half a pack over the course of a night?
If you've got room for dessert, you're in luck. What fucking good did any of my Self-Help Bro bullshit do when I'm contemplating whether I should commit myself to an inpatient facility or commit suicide?
I've never been unhappier in my life. I do all the things that the Dude Bros at the mountaintop told me to do and it amounted to jack fucking shit. Go to college and work on yourself (have been for three years), get your career going (trying to, but its nigh impossible to substitute teach AND go to school full time at the same motherfucking time), the girls will come!
Here's another conundrum. First of all, what girls? The fucking hoes that dump your roommate, who is a great dude, like a sack of shit? The ones that play games ("shit-test") with your emotions? The wahmen (use Google for zoomer-gen terminology you are not familiar with)? Second of all, why would I want them to come? Third of all, no girl is "coming" anyway, harlot or angel or non-harlot-angel-nary. That exists exclusively in fiction written by men who wish the world were a just place.
That's what empowerment gets ya' right there folks. Toxicity, entitlement, Gordian knots of contradiction, and lizard-brain. I'm going to have my cake and eat it too and anybody who tries to stop me is a sexist piece of trash! I mean seriously, how far has society come when white girls are dating black guys BECAUSE they are black? Because it is "subversive" or pisses their daddy off who's paying for their entire tuition? Obviously this is not the case for all, nor most, mixed-race relationships. But all the same, this phenomenon is far too common. How wonderful it must feel, to think you're somebody's boyfriend, when in reality you're their small-minded political statement and daddy-issue.
Go. Fuck yourself. These people would be so much easier to tolerate if they truly were a minority. No, a DWINDLING minority, rather than a growing majority. This society, and the entire human race, is soooo fucked. You know it's bad when the gay guy (I don't mean to be offensive by referring to him in this way, but I obviously don't want to use real names) agrees with me about the state of dating between men and women.
Every guy I know at university with his head screwed on straight and tight, and with at least two brain cells - one flint and the other steel - wants the same thing. A unicorn. These are guys who believe that college will help them establish their careers, find a job, support themselves and another person, with whom they could potentially share the responsibility of children, etc.
Let's just say that makes for A LOT of employers (men), but not a lot of applicants (women), the latter of whom seem to want to play with your emotions, string you along, and pray to polygamy, and yet are completely baffled when they're not respected.
Yeah, I'm so glad I went to university so I can waste thousands of dollars on a young adult literature course so that I can read Judy Blume's "Forever" and listen to a class made up of 90% girls shit on men the entire time in front of me and the other three guys, one of whom is gay and gets the female "gays-are-okay" pass. THIS is what my mental health needed right here, ladies and gentlemen!
Oh, right, optimism. Optimism... So, even though every day I wonder (read: NOT PLAN) about suicide, or wish I would die / not wake up, I'm not an anti-natalist.
I'm not here to debate anti-natalism. All I'm saying is this: many of these people don't see the irony that some human / societal problems cannot be resolved in a single generation, and that history repeats itself in a fairly cyclical manner. Yet... and try to follow me along here... they tell people like me that suicide is not the answer, blah blah blah. Okay, so suicide isn't the answer, but the females of a living species encouraging other females to not procreate to fundamentally result in species-suicide is sound? It's the same doomer mentality just operating on a different scale. Again, I am not debating anti-natalism, per se. I am picking on a small subset of those who call themselves anti-natalists, who have a incongruous view on suicide. Don't commit suicide! But if you ask me, nobody should have children!
For me, a strong desire to end it all stems from the basic fact that I am undesirable, there is no knowable explanation because presumably every woman is different so therefore there is not a explanation but 4ish billion of them (so don't count yourself out yet, champ! /s), my parents had a shit marriage and for 20 years of my life I had experienced or observed only dysfunctional models of love, I'm broke, in debt so that I can get a job in something I STILL DON'T KNOW IS ACTUALLY A GOOD MATCH FOR ME OR NOT AFTER TWO FUCKING YEARS, every good thing is bad for me, and a long list of other things. That's where my desire to die comes from.
My life just sucks. Maybe you don't think it does, but I don't give a fuck what you think, you don't have to live it every day. There's nothing enjoyable about what I am forced to suffer on a daily basis, especially when I am surrounded by people who, for whatever reason, have to suffer none of those things and are nauseatingly happy. There's nothing to look forward to in my future. My future is constantly sabotaged and taken away from me. All the things that I think could be nice to do, fun to do, if I weren't me, if I weren't so fucked in the head or poor.
So there's your optimism, albeit delivered a bit late and most certainly not what you were expecting: I may wish I could commit suicide, but hey, at least I'm still not one of THOSE ANTI-NATALISTS.
Should my gravestone read "Finally."
or should it read "Here lies a suicidal natalist."
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