When you have a bad week

When you have a bad week, what happens?  A number of things could occur.  Seeing as I have had a lot of bad weeks, I’ll speak from experience.

I observe that anyone can post something, say, on Facebook such as, “What a beautiful day today!” or, “Look at my lovely daughter!” and post photos.  They’ll probably be told what wonderful, positive, people they are, what cute daughters they have, etc.  Or they can post pleas for support for animal rights, showing a photo of a starving puppy, and get an outpouring of support along with signatures.  Or they can say, “I’m brushing my teeth right now,” and get FIFTY likes and be told how smart they are and what original thinkers they are.  Trust me, I’ve seen this.

This, dear reader, isn’t just a statement about Facebook.  It’s a reflection of society as a whole.  Think about it.

Agreeably, there are people out there that never, ever have a bad day.  Every day is just great.  The smiles on their faces are genuine.  They are never tired.  They never stub their toes.  When they drive, no one ever cuts them off in traffic.  Their dishes don’t break.  Their kids don’t ever fall down or get hurt or get sick and they never have problems in school.  I suppose old age just passes them by.  I met a few people that made these claims but ended up quite disappointed.  I discovered they were either stoned on drugs to the point of being delusional, or following the orders of another person, institution, or cult, and sadly, oppressed and unable to think for themselves…often both.  Please, don’t get into this kind of thing.

Anyway, besides these brainwashed folks, I think most people have some bad days and some good days.  It’s not “illness” to have a bad day.  It’s not “illness” to feel wicked good.   In fact, it’s November, so if you’re feeling good and you end up with a very high word count one day, don’t let some shrink tell you you’re manic.  I say you are incredibly blessed because you are productive, and tell your shrink to go to hell.  Tell your shrink you are doing Nano and that your shrink should learn a thing or two about writing before pronouncing you “bipolar.”

Let’s get back to that bad week.  What’s gonna happen when you post on Facebook, “I’m having a crappy week”?

The first time you post it, you’re likely to get an outpouring of support.  You might even get a few phone numbers and the words, “Call me anytime.”  Or, “message me.”  Oh, love love love.

Same with friends.  They’ll tell you they love you and say they are concerned.  They’ll say they’ve been there too.

So shitty week #2 comes.  The friends are still there.  Facebook’s still there.

Shitty week #40, 50, 100….I doubt anyone even reads your Facebook posts anymore.  You can post all the cute photos of your kids, or say you’re brushing your teeth or anything you want, but it’s really too late now.  They’ve turned their backs.  Nobody wants to hang around with people with problems.  It makes them uncomfortable.

Here’s what they say:  “She used to be the nicest person.  She changed.  I don’t know what happened.  She seems ungrateful.  She’s not the cheery, positive person she used to be.”

Um, I want to say a word to those “friends” out there, LOUD AND CLEAR: Do you want to know what changed?  You assholes turned your backs on her.  That’s the last thing she needed.

People that you assume have “problems” don’t need you to shit on them further.  They need your love.  What’s your excuse for holding back?

2 thoughts on “When you have a bad week”

  1. Julie,

    You are an amazing woman and incredible at stating truths that others won’t touch. I do not often post my negative feelings for that very reason you stated. Yes, I do have some good days and I don’t post when I’m brushing my teeth – I still don’t understand why people want to know those kinds of details. When we hurt or are unsure about life, it means we are vulnerable and like many others, I don’t like to show my vulnerable side. It is not easy for me to show that side. Honesty tends to be over rated in many respects. I’ve seen your posts and you have many who care about you, which is always a plus. So the bad days pass and the good days come and go, I hang in there when I must and enjoy those days that are gifts.

    1. I think a lot changed regarding showing the vulnerability part, first of all, when I got published. I’d say a lot changed for me in 2002 when I was still an undergrad and decided, very much against many people’s advice, to publish with an on-demand publisher a book about my experiences in the mental health system. It’s a collection of my own works that I don’t publicize much mainly because I didn’t proofread well and I always toy with the idea of taking it off the market but haven’t yet. I’d love to go through the whole thing and redo it. But anyway, “going public…” changed stuff, even though the book didn’t sell and I had no clue about marketing. My undergrad college even refused to acknowledge the book, which was heartbreaking. My boyfriend died in 2003. I actually started this blog in 2005, sort of midway between Goddard, because I was encouraged to do so by a guy I was dating but that relationship was short-lived. After Joe, nothing has lasted long. I had no clue what the blog would eventually turn into for me. I always turn to my blog for comfort and its always there. It’s like this other person I can talk to when there’s no one else. I’ve gotten into some rather deep pickles because of it. I’ve been denied medical care because of my big mouth on here. I’ve had the cops called on me because of what I’ve said on here. I’ve pissed people off. I’ve been found on here and been interviewed for the media and people who knew me in the past saw me and said, “That must be Julie Greene!” and figured out it was that shy kid who always got stepped on and taken advantage of and bossed around and never said a word. This kid has bust loose and will no longer stand for such baloney. See ya later. Love ya, Julie

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