Facebook generation
We live in a generation where it is deemed desirable to post everything that crosses your mind on :
Just a month ago, my cousin posted a very disturbing picture of his left wrist, with a healing, angry looking scar. It looked a lot like an attempt at suicide (especially after reading his very confusing attachment to the picture) that it got my whole family in uproar panic.
until now. we have no idea what encouraged him to post the picture up. He's deaf and mute you see, so getting information is not something you can do with ease, like with most other people. So we have no idea if he's suicidial or not.
worse still. nobody really gives a flying rat's ass.
i keep telling my parents that it's a cry for attention. like so many youths today (myself included, evidenced by this blog) we like to think that someone out there actually read our problems and thoughts.
who wouldn't? Lady GaGa gets 15K likes in 20 minutes posting snippets of her lyrics that are impossible to understand. who wouldn't want a PIECE of that?
xx
Random i know, but it striked me during my chance visit to Gombak Hospital (Orang Asli) today.
From what I gather, people there don't even care about ages, identity cards, or a lot of other things that the "facebook" generation is so fond of making a fuss about.
In any case. I can't help but think that it takes a lot of perspective to put all the things in life in the correct priority shelves.
I pray my cousin chances upon an opportunity like that.
because where he is right now; is an unhealthy, unhappy, and drowning place. that picture speaks for itself. I think about it sometimes, and I get chills in the middle of a sunny day that has absolutely nothing to do with temperature.
Just a month ago, my cousin posted a very disturbing picture of his left wrist, with a healing, angry looking scar. It looked a lot like an attempt at suicide (especially after reading his very confusing attachment to the picture) that it got my whole family in uproar panic.
until now. we have no idea what encouraged him to post the picture up. He's deaf and mute you see, so getting information is not something you can do with ease, like with most other people. So we have no idea if he's suicidial or not.
worse still. nobody really gives a flying rat's ass.
i keep telling my parents that it's a cry for attention. like so many youths today (myself included, evidenced by this blog) we like to think that someone out there actually read our problems and thoughts.
who wouldn't? Lady GaGa gets 15K likes in 20 minutes posting snippets of her lyrics that are impossible to understand. who wouldn't want a PIECE of that?
xx
Random i know, but it striked me during my chance visit to Gombak Hospital (Orang Asli) today.
From what I gather, people there don't even care about ages, identity cards, or a lot of other things that the "facebook" generation is so fond of making a fuss about.
In any case. I can't help but think that it takes a lot of perspective to put all the things in life in the correct priority shelves.
I pray my cousin chances upon an opportunity like that.
because where he is right now; is an unhealthy, unhappy, and drowning place. that picture speaks for itself. I think about it sometimes, and I get chills in the middle of a sunny day that has absolutely nothing to do with temperature.
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