Tuesday 15 January 2013

No Joke

An exchange between two of my friends (B and K, if you will) in fifth period went like this:
“B… I’ve got something to tell you.”
“Hmm?”
“I… I slit my wrists.”
And K showed us her drawn-on scars. And B laughed.

It’s not funny.
Let me ask you something. Just one question. Is this something you find funny?*
If it is, please get the hell off my blog. Because I don’t think it’s funny.

Self harm isn’t funny. Only one of my friends, Z, knows.
When I told her, she said, “I’m just… I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be crying. It’s just you’re not the kind of person I’d imagine doing this to yourself.”
There is no ‘kind of person’. Pick the person you think is least likely to harm. They’re probably the most likely.
And X, who doesn’t know I harm, said, “No one has a reason to cut.”
Um, why do you think they do it?
(We were talking about the Cut for Bieber bullshit. You know how I feel about that.)
I’m not entirely sure where I was going with this post. But I can sum it up nicely.
tl;dr Don’t judge things you don’t understand.

Love always,
Victoria

* I don’t own that picture.

2 comments:

  1. This is a stupid reply of a person who used to make jokes about it, while at the same time thinking constantly about it.

    People tend to make jokse about stuff that is too cruel to comprehend. They want it to be funny instead of scary. Just because someone acts stupid and careless about such stuff doesn't mean that they show their real opinion, sometimes it's a cover up I guess.

    I understand you being angry, but most of the time there is more behind it, and even if there isn't, then you waste your anger on a person who doesn't deserve it.

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  2. I understand what you mean. I have a friend whose mum died of cancer a couple of years ago, and she doesn’t find cancer jokes funny. I think it’s like that for me.

    I didn’t say anything to them, and I’m not angry. I’m just kind of sad that people joke about things that aren’t funny, but I know I can’t do anything about it.

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