Tag: victims

  • Wow, I seriously haven't felt this much rage toward a person since my ex raped me. Thanks for telling me that basically I'm the cause of my own depression because I'm "not positive" enough to think myself out of my situation. Surprise, douchebag. I'm an incredibly positive person and yet I still suffer from depression. Wanna explain to me how that works? Yeah, you're a fucking privileged idiot. Shut the fuck up.

    Ok, so here’s a few free pointers for you.

    Firstly, don’t bother using the Anon feature when it’s blatantly obvious who you are because that just confirms your troll behaviour that you really should give up.

    Secondly, try getting the full picture before you go mouthing off at someone so that you don’t make a total ass of yourself when you’re trying to tell them where to get off.

    Thirdly, you and your groupies should stop your pathetic victim mentality crap and stop assuming that every person that disagrees with you, or call you out on your illogical rubbish is actually white. So here’s a newsflash for you. I’m not white. Never was white. Don’t ever intend to be white. And don’t have any white blood in my ancestry either. But I still think you’ve got issues well beyond anything I stated in my post that you so passionately oppose, and that’s coming from a non-white, so can you imagine how bad your issues must be? 

    Lastly, for you and some of your followers that can’t rationalise the rage they feel, here’s a few free words of advice for you. Anger is caused by only three things ever. And this was told to me by a black American about 20 years ago, so pay attention now. By the way, I’m of Indian origin born and bred in South Africa, so don’t talk to me about privilege because I lived in a racially divided society without any option because it was the law of the state to keep us segregated in that way. You were born at least two generations after such racial segregation was outlawed in your country, so it seems you need to wake up and smell the coffee at some point.

    Back to the advice about anger, only three things cause it. If you can think of a fourth thing, you’re better than every psychologist, philosopher and sage that has lived for the last few centuries, if not longer. So here goes:

    1. Fear of being incompetent – when you feel like someone is challenging your competence, or suggesting that you’re incompetent, you get angry
    2. Fear of being disliked – when you feel like you’re losing points in the popularity stakes, you get angry because everyone wants to be liked/likeable/popular
    3. Fear of insignificance – when you feel as if your presence or personal needs don’t count in a situation or relationship, you get angry because you feel insignificant. 

    My guess is, you and some of your followers are most prone to the last option. Get a grip and get the full picture before you go mouthing off your vulgarities at people you know nothing about. I survived more abuse in my life than you would ever imagine, the details of which is absolutely none of your business. But if you’re going to take the time to troll me, at least have the presence of mind to do your homework before you feel like venting without thinking.

    As for all the uninformed reblogs your vulgarity attracted, I guess that is testament to the fact that most people are victims, hence the insanely high rate of violence in the world today. 

  • White privilege and other bull

    I would normally ignore topics like this, but it’s been cluttering my dash, so here’s my penny’s worth, if anything.

    I think people that pull the race card are running low on logic. I come from South Africa so think carefully before you accuse me of being ignorant or naive about racial issues or racial tensions. I lived through apartheid in my early adult years, and I continue to live through the challenges of a post-apartheid era where reverse discrimination is the order of the day. 

    So for those that believe it’s about white privilege, consider this. If you come to South Africa, I’ll show you black privilege till it nauseates you. Go to India and I’ll show you brown privilege till it turns your stomach. Go to the trailer parks of America and I’ll challenge you to show me white privilege. It’s simple. People are as privileged as you allow them to be. This is especially true in the context of society rather than legislated privileges by government. 

    The apartheid government of South Africa was one of the last bastions of such racial stupidity that I am aware of, so anyone still feeling like they’re the victims of white privilege are in fact victims of their own victim-conscious mentality. If people of colour treat white people as if they’re special, then vent at the POC that do so, and don’t blame the whites for enjoying such elevated ‘hospitality’. That’s like saying that the current generation of white South Africans that were born after 1994 are still to be held accountable for the trespasses of the idiocy of the former generations. The logic is simply astoundingly stupid.

    It’s this same deranged mentality of ‘white privilege’ that feeds the slum-mentality of so many individuals of colour. A white person is not responsible for the moral decay of a black person, nor is a black person responsible for the opportunists that hide behind white privilege. When we stop playing the race card to feed our weakness that prevents us from acting outside of our stereotypical roles that society has endowed on us, that’s the day we’ll rise above the stupidity of attacking people just because they are recipients of unwarranted respect or admiration, rather than recognising that it is the pathetically submissive masses that have yet to rise above the effects of white dominance through the colonial years that are actually responsible for the effects of white privilege that we see today. 

    It requires an independent mind to treat an individual as an individual. When you lack such independent-minded thinking, you’ll hide behind whatever card will suit your fancy and camouflage your insecurities. Unfortunately that card is most convenient when it’s titled with the word ‘race’. 

    Edit: I am a person of colour. So I’m sorry to take away that convenience for any intended slanderous comments about my position on this as well. But I refuse to act according to the stereotypes that people have in their minds just so that I avoid the risk of being labelled an apologist or worse. It’s about individual merit, and nothing else. If you believe it’s about more than this, you’re paying attention to the wrong agenda.

  • I just deleted about 30 posts from my blog. Many of them left me feeling self-indulgent and some were associated with a plagiarist that I was once again naive enough to trust. I loved some of the content, but I couldn’t in good conscience keep it published on my blog knowing that it was part of an elaborate scheme of deception, regardless of the motivation.

    Betrayal is my weakness. More accurately, being betrayed is what deflates me more than any other experience in the world. I sometimes despise my old school values. It places a burden on me akin to juggling hot coals in my hands. It forces me to accept the wickedness in others, and constantly challenges me to suppress my ego in my efforts to accept and forgive, so that I can gather my strength to move on again.

    I sometimes feel a strong desire to lash out and discard decorum in my efforts to expose the bullshit of the callous players that toy with the emotions and compassion of others. I never do, because I’m painfully aware of the reality that this world celebrates aggressors and tyrants and humiliates victims.

    I needed to recalibrate my blog so that it is a reflection of me, and not of what I would like others to see in me. This is my ventlet to criticise the world for its bullshit and double standards. I smile sadly at the thought of those that find reason to lie about losing a loved one in order to gain attention, juxtaposed with the news that six family members died in a car crash under excessively tragic circumstances.

    Society has a low self-esteem, and it’s reflected in the actions of the weakest amongst us. The attention-seekers, of which there is no scarcity, often succumb to self-pity and self-loathing, then express such emotions to a public audience, who inevitably pour out their affections in the hope of raising the spirits of one they identify with so easily, all the while dismissing the nagging realisation that they feel a sense of purpose only when they’re extending a hand to one they see as lesser than themselves. It’s easier to earn significance in that manner rather than to establish your worth through selfless fulfilment of your duty to society.

    We have more consumers than we have contributors to the collective wholesomeness of society. The contributors are fighting the debilitating symptoms of compassion fatigue, while the consumers do nothing but cry foul and wait impatiently for their lot to be improved by someone else.