Recently, I've noted some really, really, really irritating songs. The two worst offenders are both from Papa Roach, and they are straight-up diametric opposites: "Help" and "Born to Greatness."
The first one is naval-gazing, whining, and turns having feelings into a need for someone to help him. Depression. Yeah, it happens. It happens to everyone. It's--get this--being sad. There are a lot of people out there who are sad. Not as many have a genuine chemical imbalance in their brain that must be medicated for semi-normal function.
Don't get me wrong, those people exist. And those with chronic, clinical depression cannot function without the right medication to trick their brain into providing its own needs, or to provide the chemical needs for the brain that cannot create its own.
However. I'd say that the vast majority of people are simply feeling disconnected, and just need family or friends (or a talk-therapist, in a pinch, but family or friends would be better), rather than their electronic device that's creating the distance between them and others.
The other one...yeah. That one. Talking about the generation of twits thinking they're entitled to anything they want, without having to work for it, just because they exist, and Mommy and Daddy think they're the best thing ever since time began. That they, and ONLY they, can make the world better, nevermind that they're naval-gazing twits that follow already-failed theories and ideologies. That the people that are in favor of keeping this country a republic aren't being fair, because we're arguing about what's on the menu and refusing to be eaten, while being backed up by force of law and force of arms.
Okay, then. The most interesting thing about this is that the "Help" generation and the "Greatness" generation are the same.
The scary thing is that they could be a massive force if they changed the focus. For good or ill. If they'd change from "what's wrong with me" to "how can I get through this to do what I need to do to get what I want," they'd have a lot more power--mostly over themselves.
I have the distinct impression that a lot of them would look at the controls that the "feelz" types want to put on the "thinking man" and be disgusted.
I know I was.
When I was about fourteen, I read Orwell's 1984. It...resonated. This was during the period the state was using my mom as an unpaid foster parent from whom I could be removed if she so much as sneezed without permission. I spiralled into depression, because there was literally nothing I could do--at that point--to change my situation. I read Dune, and saw parallels between the way people worshipped the main character and the way certain types had replaced God with government, and felt worse.
I'd seen the trap I was in. What I didn't see was the exit.
When I was 15, I developed ulcers started having really debilitating panic attacks. I...detatched. I dove head-first into reading, and retreated as much as I could from reality, and the ulcers healed and didn't come back. The panic attacks didn't. Any time I surfaced, they were there. So was the feeling of being trapped and overwhelmed by my reality.
Keep in mind, at this time I was still forced into weekly "supervised visits" with my abuser (and the supervisor was one of his allies).
When I was 17, I was diagnosed with depression triggered by learned helplessness. And the counselor who figured this out? Pointed out that I was damn near 18. Argued to the court that I should be allowed to choose whether or not to "visit" with my abuser.
My grades shot up. And my panic attacks tapered off in frequency, but not severity. But. I learned to deal with them, and get through them. I learned how to push them off until I had time to let it happen and get through it.
And I got through college (with the help of my then-boyfriend for the first year of college, now-husband). In spite of continuing panic attacks.
Without medication, since I reacted incredibly badly to it.* Or, since I'd aged out of the system, further "professional" help.
Because my focus had changed. From "what's wrong with me" to "let's do this in spite of what's wrong with me."
I have the feeling that if the "mental health" industry would refocus from drugging those seeking help to teaching coping tactics (after they dope-slapped the self-absorbed out of their own egos), the far, radical Left currently throwing public tantrums would be far, far smaller.
Although...that might be why the meds and crippling sympathy are all that's handed out. People blinded by their self-absorption don't see the strings being tied onto them by the puppet-masters.
*Most anti-anxiety drugs made things worse. So did anti-depressants. And the oldest one, Prozac, removed almost all of my self-control and increased my rage to near-homicidal levels, and it took seven or eight years for me to stabilize after that.
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