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*DRAMA! OMG* A strange rant indeed
16 years ago
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*BEGINNING OF BODY*Probably going to catch flack off this from some of the people directly involved, but I have to vent and ask some people what the hell they think. It's just gotten too damn frustrating.
I've known two particular brothers for many, many years. One is my best friend. His little brother, I've seen as one of mine for as long as I've known him. I've been a pain in his ass, he's been a pain in mine, but I've also tried to be the tempering factor on the cruelties of the world around him and stand up for him when someone was being genuinely hurtful to him, as a big brother should.
This particular friend friend has been getting worse and worse in recent years and is now at a point where an unhealthy situation has formed. His weight. I don't like calling people fat unless it's a joke they're in on. Large, and several other names are my normal language. He is honestly fat now though. He hit a weight over 680 lb over the summer and damaged my vehicle within a month of me getting it.
He's lost some rather important people in his life, but he's forcing it to try and get sympathy as he lies to everyone that cares about him as we try to help him any way we can. There are legal contracts set in place to try and help motivate him. Contracts that are geared to make it easy for him to win the terms and get the big prizes. A free ticket through college, a place to live as he's going, and so many other things from different places.
He gets more and more selfish as he goes. Everything happening around him has to have him in the center lately. One of the best, yet tiny, examples of this is something recent. He obsesses about sharing amazing things he's found online, but if anyone tries to share something everyone knows he'd like he tries to make everyone around think it's the lamest thing ever.
Unemployed, not washing himself or his living space properly, breaking the things around him just by existing around them, and lying to the people that love him and himself. He lives 100% on his parent's right now, even having an entire floor of their home as his space. He lives better than me and his real older brother who are out on our own in the world, and hurting really bad lately. I almost hit a situation where I could have become homeless recently. He lies about his eating and exercise habits and keeps making friends with people that use his position in his parent's home just so long as they don't try being honest when he needs to hear it. Some even steal from their home, and one from them directly (credit card).
He had the nerve last year to say no one does anything for or says anything nice to him after a long talk about how many people really care about him from a quite large group of people, some phoning in just to throw their kind words and support in. He cried and said how happy it made him, then in the same day launched into that whiny tirade. He's not bipolar, he's just a brat, a full grown brat.
He screams at people that he needs a rigid and structured environment to help him, but screams for people to leave him alone and give him space to breath if they try guiding him. He cares nothing for any of his things, with the thought he could just get another if it breaks, no matter how expensive the item(game systems among other things). He uses his parent's wallet with that thought of course.
What spawned me finally getting upset again? An email to his brother whining and crying about this, that and the other thing and contradicting itself every step of the way about how he needs to address every problem, naming all of them, then saying why he simply can't. It's known as a pity party rant in some circles.
His large group of caring family and friends is finally reaching a point where we want to simply forget about him, but we can't, and we can't allow him to become one of those scumbags that abuses welfare and such when there's people that really need it. We care too much about him...
What the hell can we do?
And I'm done rambling incoherently. Just had to get the drama off my fricken chest so I can get into yelling at him with a weight off my shoulders when he comes to me directly for attention. Where the hell's my pity party? I need a drink.
*END OF BODY*
First of all, this 680 lb. little brother of a friend (I hope I got that right) somehow reminds me of this guy:
http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/n.....Earthbound.png
http://media.photobucket.com/image/.....r/PorkyBig.png
In case you're not sure, that's Porky (Pokey) from EarthBound and Mother 3.
The self-centered rotten brat that wants everything his way. And most of the time it means he wants things dead or destroyed.
From your description of this guy, and given his weight, I just keep thinking about this character.
But you are right that you can't ignore his plight. He's leeched himself into disability!
Not good!
He needs help, but not money or anything like that. He needs serious medical help, like being checked into a hospital. Some kind of rehab where he can lose the weight, gain a better sense of self, and actually become more than a parasite.
While the Movement I've started has a charity function to help donate funds to those that need it, this guy does not need funds. He needs a LIFE!
And that's something not even the Movement can donate. He needs to see psychologists, psychiatrists, nutritionists, and his regular doctor. This is not a healthy way to live. It's the kind of thing you see on Maury Povich, Jerry Springer, or any of those other trailer trash day time talk shows (which by now I think they've mostly removed or tucked away under 11 PM time slots).
Some might compare his situation to that of
I wish you the best of luck, and if there is anything I, or the Movement, can do to help as far as advice, tips, and suggestions, feel free to ask.
Take care.
~Otaku-Man
I did get a laugh out of that refference. XD
I do appologize for the drama, but I mostly shared here because it's beginning to effect my level of motivation, and art is my primary imce right now. ^_^;
But anyway, so he has tried going to see people, but the results have been...
...not so good. And I thought he was 680 lbs. of all fat. You mean there's some muscle in there?!
I'm surprised at how this guy functions. But there has to be a way to get him help from someone who's not afraid of him. Fear is never a good thing.
~Otaku-Man
And yeah, there's quite a bit of muscle. With just the way his bone structure alone is organized it's easy to tell with a trained eye that under all that fat he's built like one of those world strongman guys. His rib cage is massive. There's just so much fat on him that it's dangerous even with all that muscle.
It's, so far, proven to be an impossible task to have him not scare anyone he works with. Even folks at most wrestling schools look at him and say; 1) He's to far gone right now for their program or 2) He's just too volatile a combination of natural strength and lack of discipline.
Maybe enlisting him in a wrestling program would be a good thing to build some discipline for him.
He can't stay that weight forever! It's an early grave!
~Otaku-Man
We're left explaining and naming off some classic wrestlers you just don't get anymore that were massive in bulk but could do flips off the turnbuckles, because our boy used to be able to do that sort of stuff.
My wife's friend has an aunt who is pretty much doing the exact same thing (only not 680 lbs.)
~Otaku-Man
But that's my opinion.
He goes out of town to get beer.
but this person you speak of totally reminds me of him.