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February 2010

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Frog Wizard

No, I'm not okay. And screw your damn cat.

A few things that have seriously pissed me off over the past two weeks. . .
"Are you doing okay?"
Okay? Seriously? No, I'm not okay. Less than two weeks ago I went through the single worst day of my life. Last week was basically the worst week of my life. Am I okay? I'm a hell of a long way from being okay. My brother died. That's a rather permanent condition. It's not something I'm going to get over or feel better about quickly.

The fact that you're actually asking me if I'm okay suggests to me that you have no idea what I'm going through, and you're probably an idiot, too. I'm hoping that someday I'll feel okay again, but don't expect it this month. Or next. In fact, the next six months aren't looking real good from my perspective. Maybe sometime next year. I hope. I'm not real optimistic about it, though. Perhaps 2010 will be the year that I start to feel okay.
"I know how you feel, my cat died[1] a few years ago. . ."
[1] (Insert other random dead pet, ended relationship, or bad event you went through)
Everyone who's said this to me is so lucky I didn't tear their arms off and beat them to death with their own arms. I've held my tongue so far, but I don't think I can manage it anymore. I've had pets that I loved, and I've had them die. I loved my cat Snickerdoodle, and I loved my dog Lady. It hit me really hard for each of them when they died, and it still saddens me to think about them.

But you know what? It isn't the same thing. It's not even close. Take what you felt for your dead cat, and multiply it by a thousand, then you'll start approaching the loss of a brother. So don't be offended when you mention your damn cat, and I hit you upside the head and walk away saying "Piss off. . . fuck your damn cat." Unless you've lost a sibling or a child, don't make a comparison with your situation to mine. It's just going to piss me off.
"I don't really know you, we're not really friends, and we don't really talk, but what happened to him? How did he die? You know, they say if you talk about it you'll feel better."
Who's "they"? And what hell do they know about my mental health? The story of what happened to my brother is not something you can tell in a few sentences. You need at least 10-15 minutes to go through it. And you know what? It kicks my ass each and every time I have to do it. Seriously, it sucks. I don't feel better after talking about it, I feel exhausted, sad, angry, and a hundred other things that are a long way from feeling "better". Unless you knew him personally, do not ask me this right now. Ask me sometime next year. Maybe.

And if you're someone that I don't have a friendship or other personal relationship with, why are you talking to me? If the sum of all of our conversations over the past month consisted of "Hey." and "What's up?" while walking past each other in the hall way, then you're not my friend, and I don't want to discuss my brother with you. Hell, under normal circumstances I don't really want to talk to you, so right now I'd rather throw you out of a window than have you stand there awkwardly trying to talk to me about someone you never met, and now never will. If you really feel you have to say something, then just say, "I'm sorry for your loss." And then walk away. Seriously, just walk away. If I want to talk to someone, I know how to find them.

[Note: This isn't directed towards my real friends, or anyone on LiveJournal. It's the result of some casual acquaintances and coworkers over the past two weeks that I'm tired of dealing with.]
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I'm sorry for your loss, Topher.
I've experienced my share of grief in my life, but I can't even fathom what the loss of an immediate family member would be like for me. But I definitely understand where you're coming from with regard to the irritation that shallow comparisons bring. As does the frustration at having complete strangers who know nothing about you try and dredge up very painful memories.

Sometimes you really just need people to back off and quietly let you deal with your grief. Especially when it's orders of magnitude greater than anything they can comprehend.

(Anonymous)

I'm sorry.

You're right; that was a stupid, insensitive thing to ask you. I'm sorry. What I should have said instead was: I care about you, and I'm thinking of you, and I'm hoping that you and your family can find a measure of peace at this terrible time.

Again, I apologize.

- Sarah O.

Re: I'm sorry.

I don't know if you'll see this comment, but this journal entry was absolutely not directed at you. It was great seeing your comment and your Instant Messages (even if I didn't catch them until later, and we didn't get a chance to actually chat).

I know I haven't seen you in way too long, but I still consider you a friend, and I truly appreciate hearing from you.

(Anonymous)

Re: I'm sorry.

Yeah, I actually just hopped on to IM for the first time in a few weeks and found your 15-day-old message. =) It's great to hear from you too.

PS. And I find that when casual acquaintances try to 'help,' the only sane thing to do is to keep score (http://herveryown.typepad.com/herveryown/2004/07/assvice_and_the.html) and perhaps turn their efforts into a drinking game.

- Sarah

(Anonymous)

I don't know why these "well meaning" people cant just keep their damn mouths shut! Thats why if ever I have a personal tragedy, I dont tell a soul, only those who are closest to me. If the person really is just an aquaintance, the only thing they should ever say is "I'm sorry". No body should EVER try and make out that they know what you are going through by comparing it to something they have been through, no matter what it was.