It’s so hard for me to answer questions people ask me. Like just general questions. It’s either because I honestly don’t know or I don’t know if I should tell someone the truth or come up with a lie.
Q: “How’s work going?” Lie: It’s good. Thinking: I’d rather die than continue going there everyday.
Q: “How’s life treating you?” L: No complaints here. You? T: It’s treating me like a worthless piece of shit and I really don’t care how awesome yours is.
Q: “How are you today?” L: I’m great! T: I’d rather I hadn’t seen today, honestly.
Q: “How are you feeling?” L: I’m feeling fine. Why? T: *sings My Chemical Romance’s I’m Not Okay in my head* And I’m only wondering if you can see through my facade.
Why do we feel the need to lie to people when they ask us questions? That was rhetorical.
- People can’t be trusted: If you tell someone how you really feel, then they would rather send you somewhere instead of helping you, but they don’t know how to help anyway.
- People don’t really care: Most of the time people only ask you things because they’re hoping it would come back around to them and they can talk about themselves and brag about their great life.
- People only appear interested for themselves: If they ask the depressed, suicidal person how they are, and they end up attempting or completing their demise, then they can be like, “I knew all about their problems because I put forth the effort of asking how they were. I tried.” And they can walk off without a guilty conscience.
Maybe that’s just me being bitter, hateful, and dead inside. But those were my run-ins with no-depression-experienced people. Except for the last one. I haven’t died. But I’ve seen it on Facebook. Someone killed themselves and then people were like “We were so close! I wish I could’ve done more for you.” Like, you talked to them for a day on IM and then ignored them because they made your life less happy.