The threads about the anniversary of Cobains death got me a little worked up today, which is strange because the anniversaries have never had much effect on me before. Its really some peoples attitudes that bothered me, I suppose.
Ten years ago, I was fairly messed-up myself. I was nearing the end of high school in which I was a piss-poor student. I was in this depressive slump, convinced that I had no future whatsoever, had almost completely stopped going to classes (I was failing almost everything anyway) and was having trouble dragging my ass out of bed every day. Mind you, Cobain had nothing to do with any of this--I was really only a moderate Nirvana fan at the time--but when he did off himself, what I was feeling coalesced around that and gave me some pretty vivid memories that can still sneak up on me if Im not careful. Today, for example.
This, of course, gets exacerbated by the assheads that feel its their place to pass judgment on Cobain or anyone else that kills him- or herself; apparently, mental illness is still something that people are supposed to be ashamed of. Now I ask you, if he had died from cancer, would people belittle him for being weak? Of course not, but people who dont have a clue what theyre talking about (particularly 18-year-olds who dont know their ass from a hole in the ground) dont seem to take it that seriously, as though killing ones self is an easy thing to do. Is it really that hard to understand what its like for someone in that situation? Is it necessary to have had a gun in your mouth with your thumb on the trigger to understand? Or do these people not want to know, and insulting suicides is just another way to make themselves feel superior?
So, thats what I got worked-up about. But Im better now. And Ill be even better after some delicious home-brewed beers.
Ten years ago, I was fairly messed-up myself. I was nearing the end of high school in which I was a piss-poor student. I was in this depressive slump, convinced that I had no future whatsoever, had almost completely stopped going to classes (I was failing almost everything anyway) and was having trouble dragging my ass out of bed every day. Mind you, Cobain had nothing to do with any of this--I was really only a moderate Nirvana fan at the time--but when he did off himself, what I was feeling coalesced around that and gave me some pretty vivid memories that can still sneak up on me if Im not careful. Today, for example.
This, of course, gets exacerbated by the assheads that feel its their place to pass judgment on Cobain or anyone else that kills him- or herself; apparently, mental illness is still something that people are supposed to be ashamed of. Now I ask you, if he had died from cancer, would people belittle him for being weak? Of course not, but people who dont have a clue what theyre talking about (particularly 18-year-olds who dont know their ass from a hole in the ground) dont seem to take it that seriously, as though killing ones self is an easy thing to do. Is it really that hard to understand what its like for someone in that situation? Is it necessary to have had a gun in your mouth with your thumb on the trigger to understand? Or do these people not want to know, and insulting suicides is just another way to make themselves feel superior?
So, thats what I got worked-up about. But Im better now. And Ill be even better after some delicious home-brewed beers.
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unravled:
What kind do you make?
unnecessaryz:
Holy shit. Out of nowhere, I decided to count my friends earlier today and came to a similar conclusion, give or take some amount of fate. I won't say great minds think alike because I've always hated that, but I will say two sick dudes see inuendo in just about everything.