One small annoyance I seem to have to deal with every holiday season is explaining why I passionately despise It’s a Wonderful Life. Every year the topic of Christmas movies inevitably comes up and I just have to wait until someone names that one and tries to hold it up as the greatest holiday movie of all time. And I could not to be an asshole for once and just let them take the W, but I just really can’t stand that movie. When they ask why, I have to gauge my relationship with that person, and usually I just mention that I don’t like Jimmy Stewart’s delivery, followed by a comical impression to help relieve the tension and move the conversation along. But if that person is more than an acquaintance, I’ll explain to them that as someone with chronic depression, it sends exactly the wrong kind of message about suicide. Your life sucks? You’re reaching a dead end and had to watch your dreams get ripped from your arms one by one? Well too bad, because if you weren’t here, everyone else’s lives would be worse. So just suck it up and deal with your shitty existence. This is how people always talk to those who have contemplated suicide. It’s just guilt tripping and doesn’t solve anything. There’s no hope you can hold onto, just a sense of duty in the face of perpetual suffering and dissatisfaction. I’d really like to have a long talk with the writer. Who thought that was a heartwarming moral to a Christmas story? What’s worse is that I always seem to be in the minority with this feeling.
true blood
you put your friends in your stories, son. you just do. do you want to be the fanfic.net pariah?
ASMR: you are falling asleep to the MST3K end credits song while it gently rains outside and your friend makes popcorn in the other room