I, like most of us on Lemmy, live a better life than almost the entirety of the rest of human history.
I’m sorry, I’m sorry, the world and by extension you have been so kind to me and I turned out to be just this worthless waste of oxygen, my existence a net negative of epic proportions and yet I’m too cowardly to at least end this miserable experiment.
Life is full of wonders and joy and there’s so much more to enjoy!
Life is full of putting on a face and smiling and playing a well-adjusted individual and I’m so tired.
Welcome to depression-ville, population way too fucking many.
Nobody likes people not accepting responsibility for their own actions. Duh.
At the same time, who am I to say that something isn’t or wasn’t as hard on someone as they say? Shouldn’t we believe people when they say a thing is a burden for them? Doubly so if we ourselves don’t have first-hand knowledge of it, such as poverty, or race, or gender?
Yes, I have a close friend who sometimes irritates me by how she keeps saying she can’t do X because Y, or failed at Z due to Q, but in the end her feelings are true and valid even if they seem irrational to me. And she’s so much more than that.