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First of all, let me start off with an update on Cashew the hamster (or if you follow me on twitter, #CashewTheHamster because I tweet so much I had to give him his own hashtag).
He's still alive. Unfortunately, he lost an eye. Before my boyfriend could stop him about two weeks ago, Cashew took a running leap off of him, bounced off the coffee table, and landed on the floor. I honestly believe my boyfriend was more traumatized than the hamster was. Cashew is adjusting fine to his one good eye, but you do have to be careful to move on the side with the eye or he'll freak out if he doesn't see you coming. He also likes chewing on the metal wires of his cage so I got him extra toys and treats to make him stop. If all else fails, I may have to buy an aquarium for him instead. He seems perfectly happy though.
Secondly, let me warn you that this post isn't going to be all sunshine and rainbows because I got seriously pissed off a few days ago.
There's this twitter account called @depressionarmy that tries to show that people are not alone in their mental illnesses and tries to offer support in numbers. Every so often, they'll ask you to tweet a picture (if you're so willing) with something encouraging to say. Sometimes it's your story, sometimes its what you've been through, sometimes it's just to say that you're not going to let other people suffer alone.
Twice, I've tweeted with a picture and a tweet based around the topic. Because I know what an absolute bitch depression is to deal with, especially when you think you're alone. The first time, nothing crazy happened, but I did get an overwhelming amount of retweets and around ten new followers. The second time...
Well, the first time, several people tweeted me and offered support and friendship. I've tweeted back and forth with a few of those people because they seem genuinely nice. One of those people has given me advice on how to stop Cashew from chewing the cage and another one owes me pictures of her ridiculous amount of cats (because holy crap, cats).
The second time, I was a little more prepared with what to expect. Only this time, I got a couple of DM's. One was very nice, offering support. The other simply thanked me for following him back and wished me luck in the future and nice words. I responded to both, thanking them, because I can be nice sometimes. Only the first one responded, but that was fine and I didn't mind chatting back a little bit because the whole point of it is to be like, "Yo, its okay to talk to people and be nice and support other people because sometimes it's really needed" and I didn't want to be a complete dick to somebody who could quite possibly have crippling anxiety or depression.
I'm not going to go into great detail of this conversation, but it was all very friendly and innocent. Apparently he lives in the same state so I asked about that general area, since I don't really go anywhere. We talked about TV. Just things like that. At one point, he said he was bored and that he wished he had a cute girl to talk to, but what a shame that I was taken.
I knew where this was going to go, but I tried to brush it off because I didn't want to just assume he was being an asswipe either. So I brushed it off and changed the subject. I barely even acknowledged what he said (which is also what I do when people compliment me in real life- a quick thank you and then a sudden change in topic because how the hell do you handle that?).
I did warn him that I am very temperamental though because I just knew where this was going and I wanted him to have a chance to back out. I was trying to make him knock his crap off so I wouldn't have to verbally tear him apart.
Then he said, "That must mean you're good in bed."
I straight out said, "Okay, that was too far" and I started ignoring him. I was busy so I didn't have time to go block him with my laggy phone. The next thing I knew, I was getting DM's about how I must be a grandma and basically saying that I'm lame. I made time to block him after that, as I was walking into work.
Here's the thing- creepy people exist, assholes exist, perverts exist.
While his hitting on me made me uncomfortable, mostly because I'm in a relationship but also because of the way it was handled, that's not actually what made me mad. (Well, maybe, because I was very open about saying "I have a boyfriend whom I live with".)
What really pisses me off is that his walking penis thought it would be morally okay to use somebody's mental illness against them. He thought he could just "support" whatever I may have been through because I might just put out for him. He thought he could be friendly and try to take advantage of a complete stranger.
What really pisses me off is that he could seriously damage some people. Some girl may fall for it, think she's in love, and then be completely alone while he's out trying to add another notch to his headboard. That girl could have crippling anxiety, body image issues, trust issues, depression... You have no idea. And he has no idea that if he takes advantage of somebody on that level, they very well could kill themselves.
Mentally, I'm fine. I don't really care, honestly. I don't care that he's a creep. I don't care that he's a pervert. The only thing I care about is the fact that somebody could sink so low as to try to take advantage over somebody's illness,
Like bro, fuck you. With a cactus. In the asshole.