How does society react to a suicide attempt?
in Psychology ·
I honestly don't get you people... no matter how much I read these threads—not that I've read every single one—I just can't wrap my head around how you claim it's impossible to find anyone... it's just nonsense—and frankly, even idiots manage to have a social circle and some sort of environment...
Here’s my take on it:
Scenario 1: You let some people screw you over or play you for a fool, and now you've retreated into your shell, trusting absolutely no one... you keep reaching out to the same people who couldn't care less about you, and now you're just stuck being insecure...
Scenario 2: You have a genuine phobia of meeting people—you're terrified of starting a conversation because you might embarrass yourself (I've been there myself; I used to sit in silence in any group setting, terrified of saying something stupid—which still happens to me occasionally)—and you simply don't know how to approach anyone...
Scenario 3: You actually tried to be social, but got played like a complete amateur a few times—because you saw through something they were doing, which they found hilarious—and now you've developed a phobia...
Scenario 4: There's something you aren't mentioning—because if you're supposedly this perfect, helping everyone and being a total sweetheart... yet nobody gives a damn about you, then there's clearly a missing piece to the story...
So, here are some suggestions:
Suggestion No. 1: Go to your local pub every day for a week, ideally during the same shift. You don't need to spend a fortune; just grab a coffee... start a conversation with the bartender, or maybe a regular who shows up every day for their caffeine fix...
Suggestion No. 2: See a psychiatrist...
Suggestion No. 3: Hit up a nightclub, get absolutely hammered, and pick up a girl... join a crowd... you have plenty of options when you're drunk (believe me, I know 🙂), and if you're worried about getting emotional when you drink... don't be. Every time I get drunk, I cry like a baby—even though I have a girlfriend, a social life, and live with my mother... so what? It is what it is...
Suggestion No. 4: If you're from Indianapolis, hit me up; by summer, you'll have more friends than you ever imagined (sorry, that sounds a bit arrogant, but bear with me)...
And one final piece of advice... don't try to kill yourself... I've tried it... it's not all it's cracked up to be...
Here’s my take on it:
Scenario 1: You let some people screw you over or play you for a fool, and now you've retreated into your shell, trusting absolutely no one... you keep reaching out to the same people who couldn't care less about you, and now you're just stuck being insecure...
Scenario 2: You have a genuine phobia of meeting people—you're terrified of starting a conversation because you might embarrass yourself (I've been there myself; I used to sit in silence in any group setting, terrified of saying something stupid—which still happens to me occasionally)—and you simply don't know how to approach anyone...
Scenario 3: You actually tried to be social, but got played like a complete amateur a few times—because you saw through something they were doing, which they found hilarious—and now you've developed a phobia...
Scenario 4: There's something you aren't mentioning—because if you're supposedly this perfect, helping everyone and being a total sweetheart... yet nobody gives a damn about you, then there's clearly a missing piece to the story...
So, here are some suggestions:
Suggestion No. 1: Go to your local pub every day for a week, ideally during the same shift. You don't need to spend a fortune; just grab a coffee... start a conversation with the bartender, or maybe a regular who shows up every day for their caffeine fix...
Suggestion No. 2: See a psychiatrist...
Suggestion No. 3: Hit up a nightclub, get absolutely hammered, and pick up a girl... join a crowd... you have plenty of options when you're drunk (believe me, I know 🙂), and if you're worried about getting emotional when you drink... don't be. Every time I get drunk, I cry like a baby—even though I have a girlfriend, a social life, and live with my mother... so what? It is what it is...
Suggestion No. 4: If you're from Indianapolis, hit me up; by summer, you'll have more friends than you ever imagined (sorry, that sounds a bit arrogant, but bear with me)...
And one final piece of advice... don't try to kill yourself... I've tried it... it's not all it's cracked up to be...