The following blog was inspired by a twitter disagreement I had this morning with a follower of mine. Let me break it down for you: I said something about my cat slicing my wrists and making it look as though I’m a cutter to which i received a reply from a follower asking to “borrow my cat”. When I asked him why he said so that my cat could cut his wrists because “he is too pussy to do it himself”. I know, I know…wow. People on the internet can be downright odd sometimes. All I said in reply was that one shouldn’t joke about suicide. Apparently in his mind I insulted him because he then went on a rant telling me I was ignorant and not at all compassionate. Needless to say, I blocked Mr. Rant before he could vomit up more negativity into my @replies. The only thing that got to me was the thing about not having compassion. My attitude toward negative/depressed people isn’t because I don’t give a fuck about their issues i just think that 90% of people that are bitching and moaning about how “hard” they have it really have no fucking clue how bad it could really be. Knowing that as you read this there is a woman being raped or a child dying of starvation makes it very hard for me to hear you complain about every day shit like bills and traffic and think “Ohhh poor you.” You don’t have it that bad, you are just weak and can’t deal with life as it comes to you. Life is not fair, you will have to endure fucked up shit on a daily/weekly basis. What I care about and notice is how you handle things as they come. I like people who deal with some serious shit and instead of laying down to cry, they put on their big girl panties and DEAL with it. One of my favorite quotes is “Life is like riding a bicycle: To keep your balance you must always be moving forward.” That may not be the quote word for word but i’m too lazy to google it and you get the point. One of my closest friends had a horrible childhood. Her mother was a druggie who neglected her until she was passed off to her grandparents. Despite her damaging childhood she never ONCE complains about it or tries to seek pity for it. She accepts that it happened, that there is nothing that can be done to change it, and she is a better and stronger person because of it. She could easily blame her problems on not having a childhood or a mother figure but she doesn’t. She knows how to DEAL. Another reason i’m so passionate about this topic is because up until about 4-5 years ago i was that emo, whiney, “poor me” person and it makes me sick to think about it. It took an event like almost losing both of my parents to make me realize i have it really good. After that all happened i made it a point to try as hard as i could to never feel sorry for myself ever again. Its sad that it took something so life changing to make me grow up like that but such is life. We learn from every experience and as horrifying as it all was i am glad that happened to me because it made me stronger and more aware of how suddenly your life can be ripped from under you. That’s why all you can do is enjoy every moment as it happens because you never know what is coming for you next. Make the best of right now. To quote Fight Club “This is your life and it’s ending one minute at a time.” So stop spending your time being sad or talking shit about somebody, just go out and be happy 🙂 Trust me, it’s not that hard to do. And to prove that life is good, I leave you with a picture of a puppy hugging a kitten.