my empire of derp

"I've been pretending to be depressed for profit"

mashbomber:

jurijuri:

mashbomber:

jurijuri:

FUCK YOU

No, really, fuck you.

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I regret the borderline people, those who could identify the problems in their life, face them, and allow themselves to be changed, but instead found it necessary to conceive of themselves as “struggling with depression” rather than being genuinely held back emotionally by some nasty and real situation. Any work participating in the “culture of depression” has probably contributed to these sad and unnecessary cases.

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From this perspective each of my comics suggests and defends the notion that depression is not a “real” experience, but one of many non-real experiences that are culturally and socially enforced by language and the apparent limits we place on our own perceptions.

[trigger warning.]

Oh my God. Oh. My. God. Your ignorance and arrogance are just fucking stunning. ARE YOU HIGH? So you are telling me that two of my college friends, Mike and Kyle, were both just too full of self-pity and that’s why they fucking killed themselves?

Are you telling me that the two times my brain was screaming death wishes at me so loudly I had to be hospitalized were just “cultural cues?”

Are you telling me that the constant daily fatigue I battle (and for which every other diagnosis has been ruled out) is because I’m indulging in some fucking fantasy world?

FUUUUCK YOOOOUUUUU.

I try my best not to wish ill on people. Even if they really, really piss me off. But you know what, dude? I kind of hope that one day you will be depressed. I hope you will come to a point where you feel proud of yourself for managing to take a fucking shower. That you catch yourself assessing your household for ways to off yourself (bonus! This is EXTRA TERRIFYING). That you cannot find joy in anything you used to love. That you constantly feel you are a burden on your family and friends. That you are at times unable to hold down a job because you cannot function through an entire work week.

Why don’t you go feel like that for a while (in my case, nine years) and then come back and tell me depression isn’t real.

Depression isn’t the cool kids’ disease. It’s not an excuse to look mopey and emo. (Fun fact: most of the people I know who are depressed? They do not “look depressed.”) It’s not a fad to try on and parade around in. Would you pretend to be diabetic or have Crohn’s disease and then tell people that since you’re actually fine, it must be that they’re just not eating right?

Wait, don’t answer that, because you probably would. Because you are a fucking douche.

Depression can kill you. Depression can massively fuck you up. And then, as an added bonus, people with depression get to hear from assholes like you that they just need to “get better.” PROTIP: THAT IS THE WORST THING TO DO TO SOMEONE WITH DEPRESSION. It’s hard enough to function with an invisible disease. We don’t need you fucking adding to the stigma.

p.s. go fuck yourself.
p.p.s. almost forgot: I am ashamed you are from Chicago. Get out of my city. 

Holy shit, you’re really going to be depressed when you realize that the point of his post just went WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY over your head.

Oh please, do explain it to me!

You think that he got together with numerous other artists and they had a meeting about who should be the first artist in history to admit they were pretending to be depressed since all artists are just faking.

Even just typing that out I can see how absurd that is.

That’s exactly what I said, except for the part where it is totally not what I said at all. Nor is that what I read in his post.

To cut to the chase, if he’s serious in his post about faking depression, he is a massive asshole. If he’s being “clever” and “satirical,” well, he’s still a massive asshole. Besides, clearly it wasn’t a good joke since all it did was piss a bunch of people off. People who shit upon a large, marginalized group for fun and attention are assholes.

Source: jurijuri