My brain's not working properly and my lungs are still hesitating over the idea of converting back to running on oxygen, but at least now I've an objective measure of how stupid I am (About capable of watching the wrong IP address scroll off the top of a rebooting machine's xterm) and how weak I am (About capable of hefting a 21" CRT, but I need a rest halfway to the back of the car).
Mind, it could be worse.
So anyway. The other week, I was pottering around an approved northern seaside attraction in the usual fine company, when we were accosted by a normal-looking but seemingly nervy sort of chap. I got the distinct impression that he was about three pints away from bus-station-nutter, but... It transpired he was a secondary school teacher from some rough corner of the Clyde and was having a deal of difficulty coming to terms with the suicide of two ex-pupils. Since they'd both been 'goths', he was down in Whitby looking for answers.
Now to my mind, if you're going to drop bombs akin to that on the likes of JH-R and Eris, you're going to get answers. However, you're probably not going to like them.
Which is what happened. I still don't know what to think, because his idea of a 'goth only' Samaritans was well-meant but patronising. Meanwhile, the other idea of having '(goth) community (mental) health professionals' fails to fly equally. What I'm reasonably sure about is that some seventeen-year-old at the end of its tether isn't going to listen to some well-meaning fortysomething, even if he does look the dead spit of Marylin Morrisons or whoever The Kids are Down with this week. But perhaps that's me abdicating responsibility, where people of the order of Lee Chaos, who're getting stuck into the problem, are doing the Right Thing.
Beats me. I hope the chap found the answers that gave him some peace.
Mind, it could be worse.
So anyway. The other week, I was pottering around an approved northern seaside attraction in the usual fine company, when we were accosted by a normal-looking but seemingly nervy sort of chap. I got the distinct impression that he was about three pints away from bus-station-nutter, but... It transpired he was a secondary school teacher from some rough corner of the Clyde and was having a deal of difficulty coming to terms with the suicide of two ex-pupils. Since they'd both been 'goths', he was down in Whitby looking for answers.
Now to my mind, if you're going to drop bombs akin to that on the likes of JH-R and Eris, you're going to get answers. However, you're probably not going to like them.
Which is what happened. I still don't know what to think, because his idea of a 'goth only' Samaritans was well-meant but patronising. Meanwhile, the other idea of having '(goth) community (mental) health professionals' fails to fly equally. What I'm reasonably sure about is that some seventeen-year-old at the end of its tether isn't going to listen to some well-meaning fortysomething, even if he does look the dead spit of Marylin Morrisons or whoever The Kids are Down with this week. But perhaps that's me abdicating responsibility, where people of the order of Lee Chaos, who're getting stuck into the problem, are doing the Right Thing.
Beats me. I hope the chap found the answers that gave him some peace.
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Date: 2006-05-08 09:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-08 09:39 pm (UTC)Disco Dave. Yes. Good chap. Make sure he never gives you a lift in anything quicker than a bicycle.
not to joke but...
Date: 2006-05-08 10:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-08 10:19 pm (UTC)I think that AG is still busy with the last moral maze. Well, two members of it are at least...!
Anyway, it's a nice change from the WIG quesion that WGW seems to encourage. err. If you'll pardon the acronyms.
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Date: 2006-05-08 10:37 pm (UTC)How about:
They were goths because they were suicidal. They were not suicidal because they were goths.
ie. they were already suicidal and picked a subculture which they believed (wrongly) fitted their state. So the goth thing wasn't really relevent to the suicides, and the chap was looking for answers in the wrong place.
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Date: 2006-05-08 10:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-08 11:03 pm (UTC)I'm speculating without hard evidence here, but if you are suffering from, and I am generally loathe to say illness because these things range from perfectly able to function to major clinical depression, a mental condition that could leave you in a suicidal mindset then the goth scene will generally be informed and supportive of that.
I don't think there is any doubt that depression is a very common ailment within the goth scene, but maybe by finding an acceptance and support within a scene has actually saved a good number of people from suicide?
But I agree, the affiliation with the goth scene is more likely to have been a result of other factors in these peoples lives and, as such, is an effect and not the cause. In which case, he is very much grasping the wrong end of the stick.
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Date: 2006-05-08 11:10 pm (UTC)... It seems to me that you get into that terminal state through not having the opportunity to talk about it. Or indeed not having the (self) knowledge to realise that your head-state can be defused by talking it out.
See, I've almost been there, but it was a long time ago and I've forgotten who I was then.
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Date: 2006-05-08 11:19 pm (UTC)I can only speculate, but it seems to me that a subset of people get into gothery because they can maybe see a bit more to existing than knockoff Burberry and Buckfast tonic wine. Maybe bootstrapping themselves into an essentially middle-class subculture was beyond them.
Re: not to joke but...
Date: 2006-05-08 11:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-09 07:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-09 07:35 am (UTC)Andrew.
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Date: 2006-05-09 08:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-09 09:00 am (UTC)Everyone really does know everyone else.
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Date: 2006-05-09 09:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-09 03:52 pm (UTC)