The other day two posts on Twitter caught my eye:
Laugh and the world laughs with you. Cry and you cry alone
I need what you need
But how true are these sayings really?
One of the big reasons why I quit Facebook was because of people writing a three thousand-word Essay about a problem (very vague) and their pain suffering and loss. When you read the comments, you will see that many people offer help and or sympathy. Weather this is genuine or not is not clear, but the one question that keeps coming up is: “What is the problem?” The answer? “I don’t want to talk about it.”
So my question is always: “Why are you wasting my time? If I weren’t interested, I would not have asked or offered my help in the first place.”
There was always such an outcry upon publishing these comments, and I was invariably accused of being unsympathetic, that I did not bother to read posts about the problems people are facing.
A bad move on my part it turned out.
I turned to Twitter, because how much sympathy can one seek in only 280 characters? Quite a lot it seems.
I come across many retweets on a daily basis — many of which are these quasi-philosophical sayings. I call them quasi-philosophical, because they are used wrong, out of context or simply made up on the spot as needed.
Take the one about “I need what you need: A warm hug…” How do you know what I need is a hug? How do you know that I want a hug from you?
While I understand the sentiment behind the saying (I want to assist and help) I could not help but smile because, let’s put this in another context: “I need what you need: Money.
The laughable part for me is that if we swop our money, where would we both end up? Still without money. Language is a wonderful thing — or is it?
And I leave you with one statement: If you tell the world why you are laughing, many will laugh with you, but if you tell the world why you are crying, you will find sympathetic people out there who will help you, pray for you and offer their sympathy. So, next time, if you have a problem: Please talk about it. It usually helps.
This is The Dabbler’s contribution towards the drive against mental diseases and against hiding them. As always, the usual disclaimer applys: My opinion is mine and mine alone. The Dabbler is not a psychologist. If you need professional help, try finding a professional.