I had to gently tell my mom to stop fucking posting pictures of me intubated at the hospital and various other states of literally dying on facebook, not only because I didn’t consent, but also because that shit is weird. Never mind that if that had ended up being the end, I don’t want my hairy man boobs to be the last thing people see of me.
I suppose I didn’t properly convey my situation. Being homeless, going without my medications, means I will die. Its not a “sacrifice current comfort for the future” thing for me. If things truly go as bad as you’re so sure they will, then it means I die anyway, so I’m not gonna just make it happen right away to satisfy a stranger on the internet that has a lot of opinions, but as far as I care, is doing just as much as the rest of us.
Bigly? SAD