Trigger warning! This is going to be a rant that may upset all the wrong people. Then again, if it does upset you, maybe you’re the right people.
When did kowtowing to the god of unacknowledged fears, unfelt feelings and unresolved trauma become a thing? I hate trauma culture. I hate what it turns people into. I hate the weepy, “you hurt me” lie. And if I’m completely honest, I want to strangle people who play that card. I hate the whole “I’m a victim so don’t call me out, hurt my feelings with truth, or make me take responsibility for myself.” “Victim” is not an identity worth sporting!
If you are no longer a child and you are hurt by something someone did or said…some insignificant thing that no one else would ever give a shit about or something that the other person had no control over to begin with…then please just fucking own it. You are doing it to yourself. Period. Stop blaming the other guy.
Don’t wear your vulnerability like some kind of badge of honor. This last two years, we’ve all been extraordinarily vulnerable. It isn’t the ace up anybody’s righteous sleeve. I’m not about to spit out some platitude of sympathy just to receive the checkmark next to my name.
When did making a simple point become a grenade resulting in a shrapnel shower of arrogant Facebook replies? When did own ‘em mentality and ‘teach ‘em something I haven’t even learned for myself yet’ overtake all conversation? When did everything personal that we share become a “trigger warning” to everybody else, as if we can’t simply witness each other without spiraling into our own delusions?
When did we all become such snowflakes? When did all our suffering become more important than everybody else’s? When did our misfortunes come to outweigh all the other planetary misfortunes combined? When did we become the only ones to lose something precious?
When did virtue signaling turn into our daily vitamin? When did we decide that others have to live in such a way as to placate our fears or literally ‘fuck em’? When did fact become so painful to our false realities that we decided it would just be easier to deny it altogether and keep lying to ourselves to shore up the walls of our lunacy?
I’m over it.
If you’re afraid, if your anxious, if you’re anything… you better fucking get a grip. Stop pushing it away and fucking feel it. Learn to grieve. Learn to be uncomfortable. The world depends on it. We don’t have time to be blinded by our puny little false selves milking the sympathy cow and indulging in dissociating addictions.
I ain’t playin’ that game no more.