Excerpt from the diary of a millennial – A Bridget Jones rendition.
How much ever you work on yourself, trying to better yourself, there is always something someone has to say about the way you’re doing things.
It is interesting because they speak from a place of care. They say they see the potential in you to be better, they say if only you can put the effort, you will be so much more successful.
Hi, hello. Take a seat.
Do you think we do not know that? Do you think we choose to be overweight, unhappy, depressed or suicidal all the time? Do you think we choose to be lazy, lethargic, immature and foolish? No, we know what we are doing wrong and we know why we are doing it too.
If change was so friggin’ easy, Bruce Jenner wouldn’t have waited till he was 60 to become Caitlyn, and 78% of the smoking population wouldnt be wallowing under its toxic embrace, feeding themselves slow poison.
Are you thinking, then what else is there to do?
Be a friend sans the unwarranted advices. I cannot STRESS enough on the truth of being there for someone when they reach out to you. For someone to reach out to you when they are struggling, you should be having an ongoing relationship with them.
Yesterday my friend said she received 80 phone calls from near and dear ones after she revealed on Facebook about attempting to commit suicide many years ago. She wrote that in awareness of the increasing suicidal rates in the world today, especially among youngsters.
As much as it warmed my heart knowing that she had those many people enquiring about her, the truth is she didn’t feel that way before she lifted the axe on her. She was alone. She was depressed. She had no one or so she thought. Again, be a friend. I know I am talking a lot of things, perhaps a little crass, but these are things that ought to be spoken.
The world as we know it has changed. Children do not play outside. Teenagers are reckless and ungrateful to parents. Young adults are either selfish or foolish in their life decisions. We are all struggling and creating more problems. But the new world calls that a beautiful mess and makes you feel like you’re good even when you are not doing the things you are supposed to do.
These are hard times, terrible times to be alive. I know the liberals might disagree. That’s the point. The world is divided. Everybody has to fit into the mould of the new age. Here the main mantra is acceptance. Acceptance of all kinds of people. Then there’s news of how rape crimes go unpunished and sexual abusers and child molesters roam free. Child pornography and is on the rise, rascals moonlight as politicians. Paedophiles and pimps work as teachers and educators. Of course, it’s a small percentage, but they are a significant number.
It’s tragic. People are lonely. People are struggling. Even if they don’t look like it. Even if they don’t agree. Even if they will never admit.
We all need someone, especially when we say we don’t.
*Runs to fridge and grabs icecream*