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    I was abused as a child, ostracized by my peers, and publicly humiliated by strangers as an adult -- all for being "Weird". But I am NOT a victim. I am a survivor!
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    Rhetorical Rant: Can something be done to discourage perpetual victims from polluting society with their endless whining about how miserable they are? No, I do not mean the real victims of rape, disease, injustice, maiming, or birth defects. I mean the people who constantly whine about how nobody loves them, everybody hates them, and how miserable they are -- just to gain attention and sympathy.
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    Misery
    Misery
    This makes me think of a lesson I've been thinking about a lot recently: "You usually cant change the behavior of others, but what you can change is how you react to them". I dunno, just made me think of that.
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    Cryptid
    @tree: Suggest? Other than what I (and others) have already suggested to the "victims" themselves? Not a clue.
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    Cryptid
    @Misery: It was my interactions with those "victims" that has already changed my attitude. I used to want to help them. Now . . . you read the rant.
    C
    Today is December 8. Since the start of this month, a dog, two cats, and a human friend have all passed away. The animals were beloved pets. The human was an older man who worked as a parking attendant and always had a smile for me. Now, whenever I try to sing a Christmas carol, I choke up and tears start to form as I remember all the people and pets I have known since childhood and who have all passed away.
    Aspychata
    Aspychata
    Sorry to hear this. Dec 8th, is a day l met someone really special, and we don't converse or check-in anymore. It's sad. I cried about it.
    C
    Officially diagnosed. Employed. Married. Not inclined toward verbosity. Comfortable in my own skin. Electronics Hobbyist. Player of Table-Top Role-Playing Games.
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