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Freaking double post.

Edited, Sat Jan 14 20:40:26 2006 by Chand

Wonder how his friends are feeling right now, knowing that he threatened suicide multiple times and they never reported it to a teacher or even their (or his) parents.

Those people most likely weren't friends so to say. They were probably more like neighbours who he talked to sometimes, people in classes he was with or who he talked to sometimes on a bus.

It was probably closer to "Everone makes fun of me, I don't even fit in among the losers)

There were also probably things happening in his personal life that helped to cause the depression that caused him to be suicidal.

You probably don't understand what most people like this tend to think. The problem is not so much an expectation of more than what is actually there. Often times what they want IS a realistic expectation. For a middle school student, one is surrounded by their peers. It is normal for most middle school students to have a group of friends and sometimes (more often in highschool) a sexual relationship that may or may not actually involve sex.

I do recall my own experience in middle/highschool. Not fitting in is usually an instance of mutual indifferences between parties. For example, let's say there is a loner type guy and a two different groups of people he may or may not choose to "hang out" with:

Group A: What's that guys problem? He's always over there sitting by himself and not saying anything. I'll go talk to him--no! Wait! We share a mutual fear of this person as he shares a lot of similar traits to those we hear about in the news who bring guns to school and shoot everybody. We are best not to associate ourselves with this person. He may even think we are trying to make fun of him. Do not engage!

Group B: Look at that nerd piece of ****. We have small **** and must compensate by making this person we assume to be weak and helpless miserable. He is so weak and helpless. What is he going to do?

Loner Guy: I am here at school, where I am pressured into memorizing trivia of all sorts to score points in a game that apparantly has no real purpose. There is no reason for me to come here other than the law requiring me to do so. Every day is exactly like the last, and boredom dominates. That girl over there seems nice, I would like to get to know her-- but she is with Group A, I HATE Group A. Nothing but a bunch of stuck up ******** I do not know why she associates herself with those people.

Look at them, Group B, pointing and sneering at me. I know they are planning something. They think I am weak and helpless, but that would not be the case should I bring a gun to school and make them beg for thier lives. I know it would get me into trouble, but I don't care. I'm tired of living the same day over and over again. As time passes, this day I live will only change in a sense that it will no longer be school and be in some place of work instead. How is it fair that an animal who is deemed unfit to live can be put to death, but a human being must for forced to carry on against their will? It is not me who is worthless, but all of humanity that is equally worthless. I should find a way to escape this reality. There is no point in staying. There is no choice.

What does Loner Guy really want but to have friends and good times like EVERYONE ELSE when in reality his options do not allow him even this. Over years and years of living the same day again and again the time comes when it only seems logical to end it all.

I think it is a feeling of superiority that makes them feel unable to fit in more than anything. I know a lot of you here seem to have that feeling towards many certain people you know. But for those of you who have not been wanting to die, perhaps there has been a reason for you to want to live all this time. A friend or friends who you care for mutually that seem to make it all worthwhile. That is really all it boils down to. It has nothing to do with wanting to be a rock star or a millionaire.

kinda sad really...
i could understand the kids not doing anything (prolly thought he was bluffing or something)
but he told his neighbour, i think it said repeatedly, and the dood didnt do anything about it.... talk about being irresponsible >.>


i dont like the way they said harvest the organs.... makes it feel like a horor movie....
they could be coming to harvest your organs next!

Don't you suppose, maybe, one reason the kid did it is because it's NOT permissible.

That's important, methinks. After reading descriptions of groups "A" and "B" and whatnot I wonder: is this really the psychology of a school shooter? If it is I think it's worth mentioning that your peers aren't the ones forcing you to categorize people and ostracize yourself. Seems sort of naive and pitiful, truthfully, for someone to think that everyone is supposed to like you, and that if they don't there is some conspiracy. Maybe other people don't like you because you suck, take some f[/b]ucking accountability for one time in your life you sniveling little s[b]hit. Blaming such a demonstrated lack of self-control on the actions of others is self-fulfilling.

Yes, that's what I was reffering to in my last paragraph. The thing is, there is not always a group C to turn to. The result is sheer madness. That was pretty much how I was through school, even in elementary school. I managed to get by without killing myself or anyone else, though I was miserable. I was always hopeful that things would be better, they still aren't, and I'm still miserable, but I'm still hopeful. Though I do admit some day at work I feel like eating a shotgun sandwich--- It probably won't happen.

While I won't deny this is true, it's not as if those going to high school in the 90's or 80's had it any different. Consumerism and Hollywood ideals pretty much defined the 1980's. It may be a problem but it's by no means a new one or one unique to the latest generation to hit the 9th grade.

It may have even been about the same in the 70's for all I know. I wasn't old enough to enjoy high school then or pick up on what Madison Avenue was telling me so I couldn't tell you.

This explains a lot...


I... I wanted to be...

A LUMBERJACK!

(piano vamp)

Leaping from tree to tree! As they float down the mighty rivers of
[Ontario]! With my best girl by my side!
The Larch!
The Pine!
The Giant Redwood tree!
The Sequoia!
The Little Whopping Rule Tree!
We'd sing! Sing! Sing!


Oh, I'm a lumberjack, and I'm okay,
I sleep all night and I work all day.

CHORUS: He's a lumberjack, and he's okay,
He sleeps all night and he works all day.

I cut down trees, I eat my lunch,
I go to the lava-try.
On Wednesdays I go shoppin'
And have buttered scones for tea.

Mounties: He cuts down trees, he eats his lunch,
He goes to the lava-try.
On Wednesdays 'e goes shoppin'
And has buttered scones for tea.

CHORUS

I cut down trees, I skip and jump,
I like to press wild flowers.
I put on women's clothing,
And hang around in bars.

Mounties: He cuts down trees, he skips and jumps,
He likes to press wild flowers.
He puts on women's clothing
And hangs around.... In bars???????

CHORUS

I chop down trees, I wear high heels,
Suspendies and a bra.
I wish I'd been a girlie
Just like my dear papa.

Mounties: He cuts down trees, he wears high heels
Suspendies?? and a .... a Bra????
(spoken, raggedly) What's this? Wants to be a *girlie*? Oh, My!
And I thought you were so rugged! Poofter!

CHORUS

All: He's a lumberjack, and he's okaaaaaaayyy..... (BONG)


Edited, Sun Jan 15 13:55:27 2006 by Elderon