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17 years ago
I'd like to share a little something with you, FA Journal o' mine and limited readership.
I was recently in a minor car accident. Neck was sore for a few days, but I drive an older car which is 90% metal; so it only suffered a well dented bumper. Low speed, under 15 mph; I'd say we both weren't looking as I was pulling out from park and the other driver was moving faster on an open two lane road.
A week later, I discovered the house I'm living in is entering foreclosure. This has absolutely nothing to do with me, as I'm not the home owner and I pay my rent diligently. However, the homeowner didn't see fit to tell me the dire circumstances of his financial status; I learned this from a debt consolidator who had come to the door citing the fact that the house was listed for sale in an upcoming foreclosure sale by the county. I was politely and apologetically told by this man that there was a week to settle the debts, or the house would be sold and we would be given 21 days to leave before being evacuated by the sheriffs. Should this happen (and it's quite likely given the homeowner's desperate financial status), I would be forced to move before or during the week of my college finals.
Many of my friends who heard this story were sympathetic. Multiple offers of help and wishing that they could do something.
And yet, a distinct percentage of my colleagues met one or both portions of this ill fated news with surprising results. I was, understandably, absent from school after the car accident and when citing the reason for my absence, one female class mate scoffed "Yeah right". She believed I would make up a story about being in a car accident? Holy shit.
I told a girl who was intending to visit me later this month of the house foreclosure and how she wouldn't likely be able to visit as I didn't have any place to live. She responded with "Oh cool" and then "Let me know if you need help moving or something". Oh cool? Of all the fucking things to say when someone is losing their place to live, 'oh cool' is far removed from the top one thousand.
Another woman who I would have considered my spiritual confidant for our shared unusual beliefs, met the news of my impending eviction with "Ah", before deftly returning the topic to herself and the benefits of the self-help course she'd recently been to. She then persisted that any (and I do underscore any) reason I had for being stressed or depressed was purely my doing; the result of over dramatic emphasis entirely of my concoction.
This series of events has lead to the breakdown of previously fair going friendships. I am not merely insulted by the total apathy extended to me by fellow human beings (even the staff at my local sandwich shop were shocked to hear of the car accident and quite concerned); I am FLABBERGASTED that people in normal jobs and school can actually function like this.
It also throws into doubt a fair share of the bullshit that the media and various women's rights movements have been lobbing at the public eye for years now. Previous to now, I've met a fair share of incredibly apathetic and downright sociopath-like persons both in person and online. But in this cascade failure of women failing to live up to the "sensitive gender" that "shares their feelings" supposedly more so than males, I am utterly aghast that my male compatriots have not only expressed remorse and pity for my situation but also genuine altruism of assisting me more than I have quantifiably aided them. And the women... they are absent.
The princess, the mother, the queen; where are the archetypes of the ages? What am I to cherish and respect when the modern female is more brutish than the modern male? Where have all the flowers gone? And don't tell me that male oppression has stomped them out, as men are practically taking their place!
Now I know this seems to have little to do with fur, but in actuality I've seen this "imaginary importance" argument before stem from two furry players in particular which exhibit all of the symptoms of Dissocial personality disorder (a disambiguation of the clinical diagnosis of Sociopath disorder). It occurs to me that this way of thinking; this decision that other people don't actually experience real pain or crisis but have made it all up, I think this may be implicit of a symptom of being a sociopath. While I don't know for certain what gender the players of these two sociopath furs were, the fact most of their morphs were female at least leads me to suspect that once again the formula of 'estrogen = sensitivity' is woefully wrong.
Correct me if I'm wrong, but aren't "normal" (stable) supposed to have traits of sympathy and empathy which allow them to coexist within a functioning society? If we didn't, then there would be no reason to coexist at all; it would be everyone for themselves.
Seriously... what the fuck is wrong with these people?
I was recently in a minor car accident. Neck was sore for a few days, but I drive an older car which is 90% metal; so it only suffered a well dented bumper. Low speed, under 15 mph; I'd say we both weren't looking as I was pulling out from park and the other driver was moving faster on an open two lane road.
A week later, I discovered the house I'm living in is entering foreclosure. This has absolutely nothing to do with me, as I'm not the home owner and I pay my rent diligently. However, the homeowner didn't see fit to tell me the dire circumstances of his financial status; I learned this from a debt consolidator who had come to the door citing the fact that the house was listed for sale in an upcoming foreclosure sale by the county. I was politely and apologetically told by this man that there was a week to settle the debts, or the house would be sold and we would be given 21 days to leave before being evacuated by the sheriffs. Should this happen (and it's quite likely given the homeowner's desperate financial status), I would be forced to move before or during the week of my college finals.
Many of my friends who heard this story were sympathetic. Multiple offers of help and wishing that they could do something.
And yet, a distinct percentage of my colleagues met one or both portions of this ill fated news with surprising results. I was, understandably, absent from school after the car accident and when citing the reason for my absence, one female class mate scoffed "Yeah right". She believed I would make up a story about being in a car accident? Holy shit.
I told a girl who was intending to visit me later this month of the house foreclosure and how she wouldn't likely be able to visit as I didn't have any place to live. She responded with "Oh cool" and then "Let me know if you need help moving or something". Oh cool? Of all the fucking things to say when someone is losing their place to live, 'oh cool' is far removed from the top one thousand.
Another woman who I would have considered my spiritual confidant for our shared unusual beliefs, met the news of my impending eviction with "Ah", before deftly returning the topic to herself and the benefits of the self-help course she'd recently been to. She then persisted that any (and I do underscore any) reason I had for being stressed or depressed was purely my doing; the result of over dramatic emphasis entirely of my concoction.
This series of events has lead to the breakdown of previously fair going friendships. I am not merely insulted by the total apathy extended to me by fellow human beings (even the staff at my local sandwich shop were shocked to hear of the car accident and quite concerned); I am FLABBERGASTED that people in normal jobs and school can actually function like this.
It also throws into doubt a fair share of the bullshit that the media and various women's rights movements have been lobbing at the public eye for years now. Previous to now, I've met a fair share of incredibly apathetic and downright sociopath-like persons both in person and online. But in this cascade failure of women failing to live up to the "sensitive gender" that "shares their feelings" supposedly more so than males, I am utterly aghast that my male compatriots have not only expressed remorse and pity for my situation but also genuine altruism of assisting me more than I have quantifiably aided them. And the women... they are absent.
The princess, the mother, the queen; where are the archetypes of the ages? What am I to cherish and respect when the modern female is more brutish than the modern male? Where have all the flowers gone? And don't tell me that male oppression has stomped them out, as men are practically taking their place!
Now I know this seems to have little to do with fur, but in actuality I've seen this "imaginary importance" argument before stem from two furry players in particular which exhibit all of the symptoms of Dissocial personality disorder (a disambiguation of the clinical diagnosis of Sociopath disorder). It occurs to me that this way of thinking; this decision that other people don't actually experience real pain or crisis but have made it all up, I think this may be implicit of a symptom of being a sociopath. While I don't know for certain what gender the players of these two sociopath furs were, the fact most of their morphs were female at least leads me to suspect that once again the formula of 'estrogen = sensitivity' is woefully wrong.
Correct me if I'm wrong, but aren't "normal" (stable) supposed to have traits of sympathy and empathy which allow them to coexist within a functioning society? If we didn't, then there would be no reason to coexist at all; it would be everyone for themselves.
Seriously... what the fuck is wrong with these people?
It's a very sad thing to hear and see that people do not care.
I'm glad that you were safe in your accident and HOPE that you find room someplace to resetlle.
I still need you to contact me so I can make the last tweeks to your model, BTB.
Maybe the "oh cool" came from hopes of greater things.
I hope you can find a place to be, and be included in the loop when it comes to foreclosures!