Everybody hates Emos Oct06

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Everybody hates Emos

Every day in Australia, thousands upon thousands of emo kids fail at ending their miserable, pathetic existences. Whether it be excessive drinking, overdosing on sleeping pills or the classic wrist-slash, they try, time and time again, to end their lives, meeting with dismal failure every time.

These white, privileged, cotton-swabbed, mollycoddled children, with their private schools, cool toys and enough spending money to buy my childhood a thousand times over, are unsatisfied with life. It depresses the shit out of them that life is so easy. It depresses them that their parents work hard in high finance and medicine to ensure they go through none of the hardships that their parents didn’t have to go through, due to the hard work of their parents. They have no despair, no adversity, nothing in their life is holding them back… except themselves.

Humans naturally adapt to their environment. But we also have the ability to adapt our environment to ourselves, something rare in the animal kingdom. If our basic survival needs aren’t met, we strive to ensure they are. For most, this means identifying obstacles and challenges along the path to comfort and stability and overcoming those. But what about those without adversity? Should they not accept their situation, their elevated state of being, and achieve actualisation ahead of the rest of their peers?

Well apparently not. Having things too easy is just too hard for people. They either turn into over-privileged dicks, autocratic cunts or pathetic whiny pussies. Our adaptive instinct, when lacking the need to adapt, either creates adversity for others or for ourselves.

With the starting point in life set so high and pressure to improve immense, these precious snowflakes instead desire to wallow in misery. Looking hard for any holes in the safety net their parents have constructed, seeking every opportunity to hurl themselves into the oblivion they crave. They surround themselves with other like-minded people, as people are wont to do, embracing a culture of depression, which inevitably leads to self-destructive behavior and, eventually, suicide attempts.

So what can be done about this? Well, if you’re heavily invested in the alcohol, sleeping pill or razorblade industries, then not a damn thing. These idiots are your primary market. If you’re invested in health insurance, you’re using these dickheads as an excuse to raise the premiums for entire demographics, so you’re happy to let them go. If you’re just about anybody else in the population, then there’s always the outside chance that they’ll one day figure out to go down the highway. Why stop them now?

Sadly, there are some people out there who seem to think that this youth suicide trend is a bad thing. Sure, one might consider such things as Suicide Prevention Week to be entirely noble endeavours, but this is not enough for some. These wretched individuals have sat down, had a little chat and decided that the attention span of the modern Emo is far too short for a week to imprint itself into their subconscious. They have decreed that a day is a better time frame. In a similar vein, they’ve decided that a big, long, overwhelming name like “Suicide Prevention Week” is far too much for these kids, all of whom have ADHD in addition to their clinical depression, to handle. In a pathetic effort to reach them, they’ve decided to go the way of so many other pathetic attempts at reaching the youth of today, by embracing that pathetic evisceration of the English language that is text speech.

Today, October the 7th, has been decreed, by this group of jackenapes, R U OK? Day.

As suicide claims more lives in Australia each year than our national road toll, they feel that the best way to eliminate it is for everybody to pick up a phone and send that to their depressed friends. Because god knows when I’m feeling overwhelmed, somebody insulting me by not taking the extra time to spell out some fucking words cheers me the fuck right up.

And as oggy says, “I guess sometimes that’s all it takes…just to ask someone, R U OK?

No apologies for hijacking your newspost, but it is Stirsday.

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