Good-bye, Robin. I’m Sorry.

I’m sure people will be posting ad nauseam on here about Robin William’s apparent suicide…and that’s okay.  It has occurred to me more than once how Facebook and other social media have come to play a big part in our grieving process, from sharing memories, to revelling in our loved one’s presence for just a bit longer, to sharing our grief with others…

But I just want to say one thing, and it’s about mental illness…depression….anxiety.

It’s amazing how many people do not have a full understanding of what true clinical depression and anxiety are like.  These illnesses are diagnosed now more than ever before, and I’m sure their inevitable over-diagnosis leads some people to believe they are not that serious.  True clinical depression and anxiety are not situational.  “Why are you sad?  Why are you anxious? Did something happen? Are you unhappy?” or by extension “What reason do you have to be depressed?”

As someone who suffers from both anxiety and depression since early childhood, I don’t mind answering honest questions, but I am tired of the stereotypes, and especially tired of the use of the term “mental illness” as a buzz word or scapegoat for every dirtbag that would walk into a school with a gun and blow through a clip before putting us out of his misery.

This, what happened to Robin Williams, is the true face of mental illness in this country.  For me personally, having grown up always with this man in the periphery, his voice talents, his acting, always with good cheer and humor, (not to mention the fact that he reminds me of my Dad in some ways,) the idea that someone so warm and (by all accounts) genuine and caring, felt low enough to take his own life is unutterably sad.

Yes, he left behind a wife and grown children who will grieve him, but he didn’t take it to a public place with the intent to harm others or to garner attention or fifteen minutes more in the spot light.  He went quietly, and in the end the person who suffered the most was him.

Not with a bang but a whimper. 

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House to Sue the Prez…(We the People, Still Ignored)

Talking Points Memo Headline: 

House Votes To Sue President For The First Time In History

Here’s a purely rhetorical question, because it makes too much common sense for the government to actually acknowledge the hypocrisy and give us a direct, non-convoluted answer:

WE the people– the constituents– can’t sue the government:

“Sovereign immunity has carried over to modern times in the form of a general rule that you cannot sue the government — unless the government says you can.” (source)

In the United States, the federal government has sovereign immunity and may not be sued unless it has waived its immunity or consented to suit. See Gray v. Bell, 712 F.2d 490, 507 (D.C. Cir. 1983). The United States as a sovereign is immune from suit unless it unequivocally consents to being sued.  (Wikipedia)

Well, these douchebags would never consent to us suing the collective pants off of them, (I mean, these are the same guys who get to vote on their own paychecks)  but they can sue the President? Doesn’t he get “sovereign immunity?”  Well, Congress, especially the Republican party, has done their best to block his every move in regards to this healthcare debacle anyway.  But regardless of whether or not you support the healthcare bill, these jokers in Congress do not have best interests of the majority of their constituents in mind.  (Those interests were already bought and paid for by the lobbyists and 1%.)

I call bullshit.  I think the whole lot of them should be kicked out on their overpaid keisters.  Or maybe the President can counter-sue for Treason.  The whole congressional process is a is a fucking joke now anyhow.

*grumble grumble*  I’m going to go eat some damn ice cream now.

 

Live and Help Live

(alternate title) “A Quick Word on Being a Self-righteous Prick Who Judges Others”

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Um, no.

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Some people would argue these ^ are the jobs for “teenagers,” but these are the people that are NEVER happy– you’re lazy and mooching if you don’t HAVE a job. You need a “better” job if you bust your ass at a low-paying job but still need assistance. They’re pissed about minimum wage being raised because of how it might effect THEM.
To these people (and ESPECIALLY the BUSINESSES guilty of the following crappy practice–>), I would say we wouldn’t need to raise minimum wage if companies like McDonald’s would give their senior (longtime) workers (who have been there many years and DO have families to support) appropriate RAISES to reward them for their loyal and good work. Just saying. Because these are the people who need to make more than minimum wage, not the teenagers who just started jobs that will likely quit (or get fired) in a couple of months when something better comes along.

Additionally, I wish people would stop being so shitty to one another.

The End.

T.H.I.N.K.

“Words! What power they hold. Once they have rooted in your psyche, it is difficult to escape them. Words can shape the future of a child and destroy the existence of an adult. Words are powerful. Be careful how you use them because once you have pronounced them, you cannot remove the scar they leave behind.” ― Vashti Quiroz-Vega

We have become a society that is so concerned with our “rights” to say and do things, we have stopped considering if we should say or do those things!

This is very important.  Call it the Golden Rule, or being “Christ-like” or whatever you want.

I like this passage because it always annoys me when people say “You are responsible for your own feelings, and that if you let people upset you, you have no one to blame but yourself.”  Well, that just allows everyone to act like jerks and not feel the need to take any responsibility for the results.  THAT is the kind of world we live in now, and how does everyone like it???

Wouldn’t it be a better place if we were all allowed our own opinions and beliefs as long as we hurt no one, but we didn’t feel the need to beat one another over the head with them?

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“This is Life.”

I was talking to a friend today about some recent changes in her life.  She told me she still had some sad days but was overall doing well.  She said much with a few words; she said, “This is life.”

It reminded me of something I was contemplating on the day before…

We, as humans, are not meant to be “happy” always. Just as we are not meant to be “sad” always. We are meant to be content with our lives, and moments of happiness and sadness, like anything else, come and go.

But I think Denis Leary said it best:

“Happiness comes in small doses folks. It’s a cigarette butt, or a chocolate chip cookie or a five second orgasm… You come, you smoke the butt you eat the cookie you go to bed, get up in next and go to fucking work…  That is it. End of fucking list! ”

 

Personally, for me, Denis Leary in a dress is a happy moment.

Personally, for me, Denis Leary in a dress is a happy moment.

Yeah, me and Denis got this life thing nailed!

Introductions: Blessings Unleashed

Hello, faithful friends and readers…

Some of you may remember me writing about going to school to become a certified dog trainer and my desire to train service dogs.  Just wanted to take a moment to introduce an organization I am working with right now.  Blessings Unleashed Foundation is a non-profit organization that takes shelter dogs and trains them to be placed with autistic children and their families as service animals.  I have been working on creating a newsletter for the foundation.  There’s not too much up yet, but I hope to be able to add an event to our calendar on the newsletter shortly and there are some doggie facts on there too!

Please, if you have any interest in either dogs or learning about autism, please feel free to visit and share the newsletter.  Within it contains also links to the foundation’s own web page!

Blessings Unleashed, a non-profit organization

 

 

Good-bye to Another Friend

Got word today via Facebook (again! Damn you with your double edged sword of keeping me in touch with people/always being the “first” to break bad news.)  I suppose I should just be glad I found out at all, living as far away from most of my high school friends as I do.    We lost another person from our graduating class.  It feels like our class has lost quite a few people these past few years.  We’re only 32-34 years old.  We’ve lost friends to epilepsy, cancer, suicide, even murder.

My friend Scott passed this weekend.  He was one of my homeroom buddies back in high school, and unlike a lot of Facebook “acquaintances,” we actually did still comment and interact with one another on Facebook.  Oddly, I some ways I learned more about him from Facebook than our time back in high school– like, for instance, what a sensitive soul he actually was.  This is so weird because…and I know it sounds so obvious it’s stupid, but…  he was just here not too long ago.  Now he’s not.

It seems most of us (that is, the people in our class, our “mutual friends” on Facebook,) don’t know cause of death; it’s being kept quiet right now.  …Which for me tends to rule out accident, illness, etc.  And I guess it doesn’t really matter how he died.  He is just as gone.  And yet, knowing seems to be a piece in coming to terms with the loss…and in some cases, satisfying a sort of morbid curiosity many of us feel towards the death of someone we know who is not necessarily in our immediate circle of friends.  Along the same vein, I can’t help but be annoyed by the requisite number of busybodies and drama mongers (online), attempting to put themselves in the middle of everything, trying to make the loss somehow more about them.  (You disgust me, but this isn’t the time for me to call you out on it.)

Because of the internet and social networking, we are now highly in tuned with the everyday goings-on of people we might not get to otherwise interact with regularly.  We get our news fast (sometimes too fast, and in a less than sensitive manner.)  It makes me wonder, are all these losses just a normal part of “growing up,” aging?  Are the amount of deaths in our age group just the relatively normal “fall off” of people, and we are only so aware of it because of the internet?

It’s also weird to think about it…like I said, he was here, now he’s not.  Chances are, he didn’t know he wouldn’t be here today.  Did he know how many people would miss him?  Tag his name in Facebook statuses and say nice things about him…

 

And (quietly) *to myself*…

One day will I be just a tagged name on Facebook? 

 

In Memory Of Scott (1981-2014)

 

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