Sick People

I hate sick people.  The one’s who are physically ill.

Why?  Because people show a different kind of concern for them than for people who are ‘mentally ill’ or ‘have problems’.

The physically ill people get love, and warmth, and encouragement to get better.  They get positivity.  They get love.

The ‘mentally ill’ people get disgust, misunderstanding, hate, anger, and scorn.  They are rebutted by society and only get negative feedback.  They don’t get love.  Instead they get shoved into a corner and hidden away, where nobody will have to see them, where nobody has to feel ashamed, because that one person isn’t ‘normal’.

Instead we get sent to see counselors who don’t actually understand what’s going on, and try to delve into and change our minds, changing or altering our personalities as they go.  Or perhaps they give us medication to make it easier for them to practically brainwash us into changing, that is, if we are averse to change, and don’t want to become someone other than who we’ve already become.  We become our personalities, they are us.  If we are depressed for a long time, or addicted to something, or whatever, our personalities change to fit those moods, or mentalities.  It becomes a habit when we’re depressed to say things that relate to death, or just plain depressing or unpleasant things.  For example, when asked what we plan to do or be when we grow up, we say things like “be a hobo” or “I’ll be dead before then.”  Sentences like that, or answers like that, become our automatic reaction, so that when/if we DO change, and are no longer depressed or addicted or whatever, we still respond like that, and it puts people off.

So, therefore I find it unfair to us, to be hated and disdained and disgusted, while people who are throwing up because they have the flu, or just plain have a cold, or even something as dire as bone cancer that’ll kill them, are loved and nobody holds it against them.  Yet they hold it against us, when it is likely their own faults that we have these ‘problems’.

Personally, I don’t think they’re problems.  I think they are challenges that life gives us because we need to build up strength against the cruelties of the world, as adults and children, in order to change the world, or even just out personal environment.

These are just some thoughts I’ve had, you don’t have to agree with them.