- Joined
- Sep 28, 2019
She's out here writing up little peppy notes to submit to herself to answer/react.
Nobody is naming their child after you. You have had all the time in the world to pursue a hobby, learn a language, read books and perodicals and have discussions about them through lives, or give reviews as straight videos. You could have used your resources to travel or volunteer or be an advocate for a cause other than your stomach or bank account. You could have gone to school to earn a degree or just taken classes to learn a trade. You could have become a patron of the literary arts, supporting the poets you claim to admire, or even starting a foundation dedicated o helping people pursue their dreams in whatever creative pursuit they loved. You could have learned to cook, recreated your favorite restaurant dishes, or worked out healthier versions of them. You could have become an expert in something, and relayed that knowledge through regular videos on your channel, to help others who might be on the same path.
Instead, you intentionally ate yourself to 600+ pounds and bedbound. You chose to indulge yourself by claiming a host of mental disorders that you certainly do not have and ignored your very real health issues that you, yourself, caused. You belittled and manipulated others, preventing them from enjoying their lives, their dreams, their pursuits. You decided that what you wanted was more important than their needs. You sabotaged other peoples' plans, tried to derail their connections with their friends and their families. You lied to your partners, their friends, their families, your audience, and yourself. You eschewed common humanity for the sake of attention. You inserted yourself into drama you had no business getting involved with, just to feed your ego. You refused to take responsibility for any of it, preferring to blame various nonexistent mental health issues or physical issues you have as a result of your own choices.
You squandered money buying programs you never completed, items you never used, clothes you couldn't wear, jewelry that never saw the light of day. You squandered good will by lying and scheming. You squandered resources, throwing away food and goods you never had any intention of utilizing when you bought them.
Worst of all, you squandered the most precious commodity anyone has: time. Had you spent less of it in your attempts to manipulate and scheme, and more of it trying to be a good and decent person, your life would be very different than it is today, and your eventual death would be something mourned instead of ignored, your life something celebrated instead of being forgotten.
No one is naming their child after you. No one will remember you, and if they do, the memory will be brief and unpleasant.
Some would argue that you deserve pity: because of your childhood, because of your parents, because of other external events. I say no. You've made no attempt to rise above your original station in life or the circumstances of your birth and childhood, something we all bear to one degree or another. You decided to wallow in the sty of victimhood and idleness, throwing your hands up in defeat the moment a path became even the slightest bit difficult, quitting over and over and over again, choosing the coward's way.
You represent the worst of what humanity has to offer this world: vapid, mindless consumerism paired with willful, deliberate ignorance.
