Post by uniskorne on Jun 9, 2018 4:15:42 GMT
***Trigger warning! Talk of suicide and other disturbing things!***
It's been months since all of that fun happened. Strange things have happened, normal things have happened, and the world kept turning. The job is the same, getting better as the days go by. Although it's hard to properly defend law and order in Scarmoor, I think we're making dents.
That's not why I'm typing.
A human took his life today. Probably many did but this one was a celebrity. Normally, that'd mean nothing to me, but I'd watched this one a few times on the Travel Channel and had come to enjoy his snarky take on cultural foods and exotic places. I always got the feeling that he understood that he was an outsider in more ways than one and respected everywhere he went because American is over-rated, and everyone has better history than that. He was living the life most of us only dream of, which, now that this has happened, we discover was a nightmare for him. We'll all wonder why, and a reason will be given, and we'll nod sadly. Ah, yes, that's why.
And the days will go by.
North Korea and South Korea embraced on the DMZ. Monumental history happened. . .and no one blinked. Now, I don't think humans will see them rejoin in their lifetimes, but they saw something that was said would never happen. This made me hopeful and wary. Why would two nations that couldn't stand each other shake hands and make friendly all of a sudden? A common enemy? Why should that bother me? Well, every time nations go to war with each other, I wind up stuck in my lamp, coming out to a new world and a new master. I'm free now, but you never know.
More children are dead. More people are dead. Murdered in places they felt safe. I can't go into this, though. There's too much, and there shouldn't be. The answer is there on how to stop all this, but no one wants to do it. It's ok to have kids blown away but, for the love of the White God, do not make it harder for 'good christian' people to get guns! They need them to protect themselves from the Negro. From the Hispanic and Latino. From the Jew. From the Homosexual coming to rape their wives. Or whatever.
And, now, these maniacs have the Right to post 'No Gays Allowed' on their businesses. Or, they think they do. Yes, they can post it, but it's against the law. A couple, I think. No Gays at the bakery, No Gays at the hardware. What next? What will the white conservatives do next to secure their sense of 'safety'?
But, Shula, you're a Djinnin--can't you do something? Like, wish for world peace? Well, first of all, I can't wish for myself. Just doesn't work, like trying to tickle yourself. Someone else? Yeah. Next time we talk, ask me about the Black Plague in 1347 and the Spanish Flu in 1918. The short of it is, the only way there can be world peace is if everyone is dead. Allah be praised that someone countered those stupid wishes in time! So, where does that leave us?
A human committed suicide today, and I'm feeling helpless. He wasn't a good human nor a particularly bad one. He was flawed and greatly talented, gifted with insight and a masterful handling of the written and spoken word. He disliked everyone equally; he was jaded. I felt a kinship with him sometimes, bemoaning how normal people only see the sparkling lights and postcard venues of such rich, beautiful cultures, and he gave me a small hope that, maybe, one day, others would approach other nationalities and ethnicities with the same courage and curiosity they did the food from these people.
A lost human ended their life because they felt lost and alone, and I feel lost and alone. And powerless. Such power at my fingertips and I can do nothing. Not to save him. But, yet...maybe I have a little power.
If you're reading this, I want you to know that it isn't worth it. Killing yourself solves nothing. I'm not going to tell you to think of the people you'll affect by dying because you don't care right now, and that's ok. You're probably this way because people either didn't care or you thought they didn't. But I will tell you not to kill yourself because there are dishes out there you haven't eaten that will send you to places unknown and they're people out there whose stories will touch your heart and make you wonder where they've been all your life. The reason you were born may not be exciting or special, but the reason you live can be.
Ultimately, it's your life and you have to live with you. I just want to let you know that if you die, you will be mourned for a few days, weeks, months, maybe years, but, if you live, you can grow old and look back at everything you did and sneer at your enemies and problems. The biggest secret of life is that there will always be someone against you, who disagrees with you, but you don't have to let them matter.
I know this is easy for me to say, harder for you to do. But, if you're willing to take the advice of someone older than you who has lived through a lot of shit in her lifetime, I promise it will be worth it.
A human died today, but it wasn't you. Thank you for not dying today, even if we never meet or speak, thank you for living another day.
It's been months since all of that fun happened. Strange things have happened, normal things have happened, and the world kept turning. The job is the same, getting better as the days go by. Although it's hard to properly defend law and order in Scarmoor, I think we're making dents.
That's not why I'm typing.
A human took his life today. Probably many did but this one was a celebrity. Normally, that'd mean nothing to me, but I'd watched this one a few times on the Travel Channel and had come to enjoy his snarky take on cultural foods and exotic places. I always got the feeling that he understood that he was an outsider in more ways than one and respected everywhere he went because American is over-rated, and everyone has better history than that. He was living the life most of us only dream of, which, now that this has happened, we discover was a nightmare for him. We'll all wonder why, and a reason will be given, and we'll nod sadly. Ah, yes, that's why.
And the days will go by.
North Korea and South Korea embraced on the DMZ. Monumental history happened. . .and no one blinked. Now, I don't think humans will see them rejoin in their lifetimes, but they saw something that was said would never happen. This made me hopeful and wary. Why would two nations that couldn't stand each other shake hands and make friendly all of a sudden? A common enemy? Why should that bother me? Well, every time nations go to war with each other, I wind up stuck in my lamp, coming out to a new world and a new master. I'm free now, but you never know.
More children are dead. More people are dead. Murdered in places they felt safe. I can't go into this, though. There's too much, and there shouldn't be. The answer is there on how to stop all this, but no one wants to do it. It's ok to have kids blown away but, for the love of the White God, do not make it harder for 'good christian' people to get guns! They need them to protect themselves from the Negro. From the Hispanic and Latino. From the Jew. From the Homosexual coming to rape their wives. Or whatever.
And, now, these maniacs have the Right to post 'No Gays Allowed' on their businesses. Or, they think they do. Yes, they can post it, but it's against the law. A couple, I think. No Gays at the bakery, No Gays at the hardware. What next? What will the white conservatives do next to secure their sense of 'safety'?
But, Shula, you're a Djinnin--can't you do something? Like, wish for world peace? Well, first of all, I can't wish for myself. Just doesn't work, like trying to tickle yourself. Someone else? Yeah. Next time we talk, ask me about the Black Plague in 1347 and the Spanish Flu in 1918. The short of it is, the only way there can be world peace is if everyone is dead. Allah be praised that someone countered those stupid wishes in time! So, where does that leave us?
A human committed suicide today, and I'm feeling helpless. He wasn't a good human nor a particularly bad one. He was flawed and greatly talented, gifted with insight and a masterful handling of the written and spoken word. He disliked everyone equally; he was jaded. I felt a kinship with him sometimes, bemoaning how normal people only see the sparkling lights and postcard venues of such rich, beautiful cultures, and he gave me a small hope that, maybe, one day, others would approach other nationalities and ethnicities with the same courage and curiosity they did the food from these people.
A lost human ended their life because they felt lost and alone, and I feel lost and alone. And powerless. Such power at my fingertips and I can do nothing. Not to save him. But, yet...maybe I have a little power.
If you're reading this, I want you to know that it isn't worth it. Killing yourself solves nothing. I'm not going to tell you to think of the people you'll affect by dying because you don't care right now, and that's ok. You're probably this way because people either didn't care or you thought they didn't. But I will tell you not to kill yourself because there are dishes out there you haven't eaten that will send you to places unknown and they're people out there whose stories will touch your heart and make you wonder where they've been all your life. The reason you were born may not be exciting or special, but the reason you live can be.
Ultimately, it's your life and you have to live with you. I just want to let you know that if you die, you will be mourned for a few days, weeks, months, maybe years, but, if you live, you can grow old and look back at everything you did and sneer at your enemies and problems. The biggest secret of life is that there will always be someone against you, who disagrees with you, but you don't have to let them matter.
I know this is easy for me to say, harder for you to do. But, if you're willing to take the advice of someone older than you who has lived through a lot of shit in her lifetime, I promise it will be worth it.
A human died today, but it wasn't you. Thank you for not dying today, even if we never meet or speak, thank you for living another day.