Hey, you. Yea, you. It’s been a long time since I wrote, I know. It’s been even longer since we spoke. I noticed on Facebook a while ago that you’d moved to a different city and left the girl you were dating behind. I sent you a friend request. You never responded, but it’s pretty like you to ignore Facebook almost entirely.
I’m not dating the same guy anymore. I’m not really dating at all, actually. Still doing a lot of the things you’re used to: gaming, reading, and writing obviously. I learned to knit. It’s pretty cool, definitely something you’d poke fun at. I’m still friends with Brinn. Occasionally we game together. I know he’s tried to reach you on FB and met with the same success I have. Maybe you’ve just opted to erase all of that part of your life.
You’ve missed a lot. I finally got an official diagnosis last year. You were right, I should have done it long ago. It took being suicidal to make me go. I really missed you when it all happened. I’ve never quite been able to talk to anyone else the way I used to talk to you. I still miss you now. I feel like my life is on auto-pilot. I wake up everyday, find things to take up my time while I’m conscious, and then eventually I fall asleep again. Rinse and repeat. For over a year now. My doctor likes to ask me how I’m feeling on a scale of 1 to 10, 1 being the worst and 10 being the best. I usually go with a 5, because most of the time I don’t really know how I feel, so it seems safe. Maybe I just don’t feel.
You missed me fall for a guy who was all sorts of wrong for me. He was all sorts of right, too, but it didn’t work out. You would have loved the whole sordid story. Especially because you always got my undivided attention again at the end of those kinds of adventures. Maybe you deserved it for always playing the hero so well.
Maybe our friendship was never going to work out long-term. I’m sitting here writing to you still, but the person you knew is not the person I am anymore. Maybe the same is true for you.
I wish it made me stop missing you.
I hope you’re not pining for me the way I am for you, with neither of us knowing. But I imagine it’s just me; it was always me. Regardless, as ever, I wish you well.
Today was a toss day. I slept late. When I got up I mopped the floor downstairs as requested by my mom. I played some video games with a friend. I socialized with my family over dinner. I went light on the Facebook after yesterday’s annoyance. And now bed.
Every day I wake up now I wonder what in the world will depress me most in those 24 hours. You’d think I’d have given up Facebook by now, but as someone who has incredibly limited social contact to begin with, I attempt to maintain Facebook as a means to keep myself from becoming a complete hermit. It’s also the usual source of my frustrations.
I really ought to just unfollow the local news sites. Comments on those posts are forever enraging and saddening me. Lately I’ve lost my patience. More often than not, I make a poor showing of any attempt at civility. I unfollowed my own father on Facebook months ago because I couldn’t understand his vitriol. I still don’t; I find it completely baffling. I just don’t understand how people can be so cruel, so willfully ignorant, and so hateful. Today’s big talking point was the photo of Kellyanne Conway sitting on the White House couch. I saw her called “unladylike,” “trashy,” and “disrespectful.” The photo was snapped moments after the woman knelt on the couch to take a photo. She leaned back, presumably to post the photo somewhere or store it on her phone, and in that instant, the photo was taken, and the world decided she was a disrespectful guttersnake inviting the men in the room to look up her skirt.
First of all, age has nothing to do with the posture in which one chooses to sit. Just because she’s over 50 doesn’t mean she can’t fold her legs under her ass to sit down. If you’re criticizing that pose as a factor of age, you’re probably just mad you’re not that flexible anymore. Secondly, she was hardly inviting anyone to look up her skirt. No man is visible directly across from her and at a low enough angle to even begin to peer into her nethers. If you think that because her knees are spread and 2 inches of skin above them is visible that she is being “unladylike,” you might need to stop projecting your 1950s morals on her. Lastly, while we could debate the decorum of having one’s feet on the furniture all day, let’s not do that. Let’s just reflect on the fact that, while putting your shoes on the oval office couch is probably not the cleanest decision (if she even had shoes on, which is difficult to tell given she’s sitting on her damn feet), she is certainly not setting a precedent. Numerous presidents can be googled with their feet on any number of oval office furniture, especially the desk.
Meanwhile, today was the first Freeholders’ meeting I attended regarding the shelter, and likely the last. Many more supporters of the volunteers showed up than supporters of the shelter. This didn’t surprise me; fanaticism tends to inspire large numbers. The meeting was moderately successful, to my mind. It is evident that the only thing that will stop these people at this point is an end to open avenues for them to pursue. The Freeholders have no intention of caving in to the frivolous demands, but these people refuse to let go and admit defeat. They are convinced their witch is there and they are going to hunt it into extinction. Well, let them. They have no proof of anything negligent or abusive, and I expect any person of legitimate authority they approach will have the same reaction as the Freeholders.
Wonder what tomorrow will bring. I’m going to start it off with some CSI, though, so at least we’re getting off on a positive note. Or ending Tuesday that way, depending on how you choose to look at it.
We met where I was working at the time. He was a general assistant around the office, just working part-time between classes. His mom was one of the firm’s partners. We got to be friends because we’re both pretty quiet, pretty introverted, and we sorted the mail together every day. When he found out I was a philosophy major he was pretty excited. He’s into a lot of Eastern philosophy as a hobby. When he found out I was a gamer and played League of Legends he was ecstatic. We got closer and closer, eventually exchanged numbers. We’d chat, game. Flirting cropped up after a while.
He was the bright spot in my rapidly darkening life.
The morning that I contacted the suicide lifeline, the first decision I made after that was to quit the job I was working, because I fucking hated it. After I had the meeting with the partners, I told him. He seemed so crushed.
He started texting me even more outside work, and one night, when he wished me goodnight and said sweet dreams, I said, “Only if you’re in them.” To which he replied “Omg, get in my bed.”
A week after I contacted the lifeline was the first night we spent together. I still find it difficult to describe exactly how I felt that night. I have never felt as connected to another human on this Earth as I did to him. In the space of a few hours, an entire person I didn’t know opened up in front of me and let me into his life, his head, his soul, if we have those. It was an instant and irrevocable connection. I fell for him, that night, right there.
We kept seeing each other for a few months, but it was over by March. He has his own demons, and he wasn’t ready to be that kind of vulnerable to someone. I didn’t realize it that night, but he saved my life.
Imagine if I’d killed myself that morning, I would never have felt that. I would never have known what it’s like to feel like you are just half of a whole. I wouldn’t have discovered what it feels like to be put together with the other piece.
I wear the necklace with the lotus (like his tattoo) as a thank you. Because I can’t tell him what he did for me. I wear it as a reminder that there are things worth living for. I wear it because I want to find out what else is out there that I can’t miss out on.
I’ll be linking the petition at the bottom, along with all of my sources.
Let’s start off by talking about why this shelter is being targeted. The ACAS is being targeted by a salty group of former volunteers via their “animal advocacy group” (http://njanimal.org/index.html). These individuals were booted from the shelter’s volunteer program last month because they can’t follow rules. There are explicit rules for volunteers regarding when dogs can be fed, walked, given treats, etc. The volunteers in question ignored these rules, choosing to do whatever they pleased whenever they pleased, and were thus removed from the program.
One woman in particular was exceptionally salty, and took to Facebook to claim that she was removed from the program because the volunteers saw things the shelter did not want them to see. She included several photos in her post to back up her claims.
Let’s discuss the photos. One photo shows a dog, boxer type, with a very bloody tail and rear end. The walls of the kennel he is in are also bloodied. This was presumably to convince her audience that the dog was being mistreated by the shelter.
What the dog actually has is called happy tail. (http://www.vetstreet.com/dr-mar…/what-is-happy-tail-syndrome) Happy tail occurs when a dog wags his tail hard enough to split it open if it comes in contact with a hard surface. Basically, the boxer was so excited in his kennel that he wagged his tail with enough power to split it open against the walls of the kennel, which resulted in a bloodied tail, rear end, walls, and floor as he continued to wag and blood got everywhere. This is not uncommon in breeds of dogs with short, thin coats and powerful tails (labs, danes, boxers, etc). It is by no means something that happens only in shelters. It’s fixable via stitches and bandaging. In cases where it’s likely for the issue to be ongoing, the tail can be docked to prevent further injury to the dog.
She also posted several photos of dirty kennels. Guess what? Mass kenneling is hard on most dogs. The presence and noise and smell of so many other dogs upsets some, which causes them to go potty a lot, all over. Unfortunately, it can only be cleaned up so often. Each kennel is probably given a full hose down once or twice a day, and if not, perhaps that is a valid and constructive way in which any shelter could improve. Also, I would imagine it’s part of the volunteers’ duty to do clean it up, so I’m glad this lady decided taking photos of the mess was more important than getting it cleaned up.
Recently, this woman’s group has decided to crowdfund their bitterness in the form of a change.org petition to “reform” the shelter. What they really want is to get the director and several of the employees fired. They then plan to make the shelter into their image of what it ought to be. Below is a straight copy/paste of some things from their petition, which I would like to dissect for you, so you can see how manipulative they’re being.
First point, though it isn’t a copy paste, is to note that the shelter pictured on the petition is NOT the Atlantic County Animal Shelter facility. I have no idea what shelter is pictured.
“The N.J. Department of Health Infectious and Zoonotic Disease Program (NJDHIZD) reports Atlantic county animal shelter euthanizes 2/3 of cats every year.”
In 2015, ACAS euthanized 44% of the cats that came into the shelter – a far cry from the 60% claim. This is down from 2013’s 74%, and 2014’s 71%. The shelter is *already making progress* toward reducing the number of cats they euthanize.
“In 2012 according to (NJDHIZD) report 2,688 animals were euthanized.”
I cannot find the breakdown by shelter for 2012 (which is what I used above) but the total number of cats euthanized by both the shelters in Atlantic County in 2012 was 2088. So the 2688 number above is flat-out FALSE.
“Over 20,000 cats or 75% of the cats coming into New Jersey animal shelters were killed, died, went missing or were unaccounted for.”
This is for ALL the shelters in the state, so why is it relevant to a petition singling out one shelter? Additionally, they are far from the worst offender in this regard. This chart (https://njanimalobserver.files.wordpress.com/…/2015-max-pot…) shows the worst offenders accounting for mismatched numbers in shelters’ reporting from all over the state. This chart (https://njanimalobserver.files.wordpress.com/…/2015-cat-dea…) shows the actual, reported percentage death rate for cats from shelters all over the state. ACAS is on this chart, but they are far from the worst offender, so why are they being targeted? Because the petitioners are bitter, and they are singling out one shelter they have a personal grudge against and lying to you about why. It has nothing to do with wanting to improve the conditions for animals in shelters – were that the case, there are significantly worse and genuinely awful shelters to persecute.
“Under the current shelter management , our local shelter has killed more then 1,168 lost and homeless pets. This decade, our local shelter has killed an animal every 15 minutes.”
I don’t know where the first number comes from, so I will not comment on that. 350,400 is the number of animals that would have been euthanized if the shelter had put down an animal every 15 minutes in the last 10 years (I used 2005 to 2015 because 2016’s numbers are not yet available). I could not find a breakdown by shelter for every year, so I used the numbers for Atlantic County (which includes 2 shelters, ACAS and one other) and the total number of animals euthanized between BOTH was 33990. So the idea that the Atlantic County Animal Shelter euthanized an animal every 15 minutes for the last decade is patently false.
The rest of the petition is a random bunch of thoughts strung together to make a paragraph.
I’d like to point out here just how inflammatory this petition is, on several levels. First of all, it isn’t fact-checked at all. As I displayed above, several of the cited numbers are incorrect. Second of all, where possible, they cited old statistics because they’re higher. The newer numbers show that ACAS’s euthanasia rate has decreased, but the petitioners don’t want that known or they might not get their way. Thirdly, I find it rather humorous that the especially-salty woman’s original post (https://www.facebook.com/anna.beststrang/posts/10211603336622960) only mentions DOGS, yet they use the cat statistics in the petition. Why? Well because the numbers of euthanasia for cats are always higher than dogs, by a large amount. Again, they’re being inflammatory.
It’s also worth mentioning that this woman is so difficult that she’s been removed from other shelters’ volunteer programs, not just ACAS’s.
I want to warn anyone who is considering signing this petition that you’ll be signing something abhorrently written and mostly made up. I would encourage everyone to not support the so-called NJ Animal Advocacy Alliance, as there are many, many shelters in NJ they could have targeted if they were really looking to improve the system and go after bad shelters.
Mostly, I want to encourage you to spay and neuter your animals. I want to encourage you to rescue animals in shelters and fosters instead of buying from breeders. The combination of the above two suggestions is the only way we will ever stop euthanizing millions of animals in shelters across the US every single year.
(For an intelligent, thoughtful overview of NJ’s shelters last year, you can visit this post.)
I’m working on a book about my depression. This is a small excerpt –
I used to spend a fair amount of time wondering why I slept so much. Maybe because of my anemia. Maybe because I’m just lazy. I usually figured it was because I didn’t often sleep well, so my body was trying to make up for quality with quantity. It wasn’t until I admitted the depression that realized I slept a lot because I wanted to.
Sleeping is the easiest thing you can do when you’re depressed. You don’t have to think about how empty you are, about your complete and utter lack of motivation. You can spend time blissfully ignorant of the fact that all of your former favorite things don’t make you happy anymore, and they haven’t in a long time. When you’re asleep, loneliness doesn’t exist and sadness is a myth. Sleep is an all-encompassing oblivion, a nothingness which embraces you for as many hours as you’re willing and capable. If I could have slept constantly til someone found the cure for depression, I never would have thought about killing myself. I’m of the humble opinion that most people who are depressed don’t actually want to kill themselves; we just don’t want to be alive anymore, either. Waking up was the worst part of my day, every day, when I was at my lowest. Returning to consciousness meant returning to feeling numb, useless, disappointing, and alone. Waking up meant facing another day hopelessly trying to be happy, remembering the person I used to be and seeing how far I’d fallen from that. Sleep is the greatest escape from that, and it’s so much less permanent than death. I think people who go through with suicide just can’t face waking up anymore.
Also, I’ve begun a new blog, which you can find here. It’s an attempt to begin building a portfolio as I delve deeper into finding freelance writing positions. Eventually I’d like a contractual writing post, but all things in good time.