My dad: Mike Birbiglia has a new comedy special. Wanna watch it?
Me: Yeah sure!
My dad: Wait I feel like we’ve already seen this one. Who’s the other one who’s a man-child?
Me: John Mulaney?
My dad: Yeah, him.
I will never recover from using the inverted filter on tiktok.
PREACH
I’ve met a lot of people who flaunt their mental illness. They use it as an excuse to be bad to other people and to themselves, and they want all the attention that comes from that. They’re upset and need help and assume that needing help means they have a mental illness. And maybe they do, maybe they really have that mental illness. But the problem with so many people using things like depression and anxiety for attention is that it forms an image in people’s heads that mental illness is something that exists only when something bad has happened, and that everything will be ok once the situation improves. I’m gonna be honest: this gets me so angry. Not so much angry as jealous. I’m jealous of these people that can just switch off their mental illness when they’re happy. I’m happy. Everything in my life is objectively amazing, but it’s still so hard just to keep getting out of bed every day. I feel guilty cause there are people out there with problems and I want to end it all even though everything is amazing. But that’s just it; Mental illnesses don’t care what’s happening around you, they’ll do anything to keep you in their grasp. It’s not fun and it isn’t fair. Which is why when people use mental illness for their own gain without actually having it I get so upset. We should all be able to get help, with or without an illness, but these illnesses aren’t a trend or something cool to look up to, they ruin lives. Lives like mine. But, this isn’t about me. Not really. It’s about everyone with mental illnesses that they can’t just turn off when they get bored or want to be happy. I want to acknowledge the struggles they go through daily, the strain on their relationships, jobs, personal hygiene, even when everything is going well. You deserve better, and I hope one day you can find it one day.
Seeing this on Monday and beyond hyped to enjoy the thrilling yet highly confusing masterpiece that is Cats. Human-feline hybrids performing musical theater. What more could I want from the world?
In other news, reading the reviews for Cats has become my new favorite pastime:
I don’t understand what the deal is with pro-lifers and heart beats. We’ve known for centuries that the heart has nothing to do with thought or emotion. “You can detect a heartbeat six weeks along!” Great. The fetus’s blood pumping machine is beginning to form. Who gives a shit?
Me: ex-gifted kid who has an IQ of 139 and graduated with a 4.0
Also Me: can’t add without counting on my fingers
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