Disease vs. Disposition
Talked to my “best friend” today. He suggested what type of job I should get and I said, “Yeah, but I don’t really wanna be around people." He laughed at me. He proceeded to say condescendingly that I’m going to have to deal with people in any job I get so it’s "unacceptable.” I said that unfortunately I suffer from this little disease called Dysthymic depression and Anxiety. He laughed and said, “Stop using that as an
excuse.” I repeated the word, “Disease,” to which he replied, “So… what?" Apparently to him… what he hears and what he sees is, "He’s just really bummed and needs to get out more." "He’s lazy." "He’s using this as a cop out." "It’s not that serious." How ‘bout you suck my fucking dick, you ignorant bitch. I mean, "best friend.”
I find it amazing that even the few people who claim to understand depression/anxiety look at you like you’re not doing enough, like you’re whining and trying to seek attention. They say that they get that people have issues and that they’re taking medicine so it should be better and they claim to understand that it’s a disease, but then hypocritically give you the screw face any time you can’t force yourself to NOT BE SICK and do whatever they are “more than capable" of doing. Healthy people can more than capably suck my fat dick, you pathetic maggot fucks.