So a while back, Western Mass Turtlegirl wrote this blog about an aspiring author and former junkie who was cranking out back-to-back GoFundMe campaigns so she could support herself without actually having to get a job, and write a book that will never be published anyway.
Well, she’s not giving up on her dream of constant online attention and work-free income so easily, and has moved on to saving half-dead junkies locked in Dunkin Donuts bathrooms….but not without writing herself a long winded congratulatory post and redundantly posting it everywhere….because why do anything for another human being if no one is around to pat you on the back for it afterwards?
“We were both passionate about not letting this man die”. What. The. Fuck. If your first instinct when seeing anyone, anywhere, in medical distress for any reason is to yell at them and punch them instead of calling 911, you don’t deserve a medal of honor – you deserve to be punched yourself. I don’t know where this bitch gets off thinking that the lifetime of shooting bags of dope behind dumpsters is an adequate substitute for actual medical training, but it’s not. It’s actually the polar opposite, and stupid thinking like that isn’t heroism, it’s reckless narcissism. She clearly had a cell phone – because she chose to take pictures of the whole ordeal like a totally sane, rational person would.
Totally appropriate, Julie. Not weird or attention starved at all.
Poor decision making and crisis response aside, this is a pretty mundane story that deserves no overblown praise. There are idiots overdosing all over the country, around the clock, every day. If you’re willing to help out a fellow human being in distress, congratulations – you are NOT Ted Bundy. My compliments on your base level of human empathy. But it doesn’t make you Mother Teresa, either, get real. I’m not personally one of those “let them die” sort of people – I think if we can save lives, we should, regardless of how seemingly worthless that life may seem at the time. I know it’s not up to me to quantify the value of another human life, and I don’t think it’s up to anyone else, either. That being said, though, if you do happen to stumble on a half dead dope fiend face down on the porcelain throne of your local coffee spot and decide not to just shove him over and take a leak – good for you. But you don’t deserve a medal.
And the chick who showed up with the Narcan Emily Thickinson forgot at home that day?
Not shocked that she had it. If Narcan had a face, it would look a lot like that. She didn’t shy away from the post-near death experience selfies, either.
So that’s cool. They seem like a good match. There’s a small subset of the world who takes smiling parking lot selfies after screaming in the face of a half naked man dying in a Dunkin Donut’s toilet, and it’s always so magically when they find each other and connect. Soul sisters!
Naturally, though, logic and basic human decency haven’t stopped the Gold Stars and “Way-to-Go!” from flooding in:
Or the media from buying in to this line of self-stroking bullshit and doing their part to feed this hag’s sickness:
Because this is what we do now, right? This 40 something year old lady with no job, no life skills, whose only major life accomplishment as she counts it is NOT replacing all the blood in her body with poison anymore (by her own admission)
Is now making herself into some sort of heroic “recovery” icon, and everyone around her is just like, “Yup. Ok. Let me stroke that ego a little harder for you – your arms look tired.”
Give me a fucking break. For someone who claims to have fought back against her heroin addiction – and won – she sure can’t shut the fuck up about it.
If your idea of “recovery” is just keeping the shitty personality defects – narcissism, attention-seeking, selfishness and ego – and throwing out the drugs, just go back to doing drugs, really. At least then you have an excuse for being an ass-clown. I’m all for people getting sober and getting their lives back – but the two are not synonymous. We need to stop perpetuating the lie that getting off the junk is the biggest accomplishment of a lifetime – that’s setting the bar tragically low. It’s not, and it’s insulting to those who kept their heads down, eyes and ears open, and mouths closed and just did the work. The real reward is a life worth living, not the applause of a bunch of half-wits on the internet who have been pre-programmed to gush about how “brave” you are. Fuck out of here with that nonsense. There are bigger things to aspire to out there, you’re cheating yourself if you can’t acknowledge that.
I couldn’t help but notice Julie has only been clean for about a year at that – congratulations, you’re an expert at exactly nothing. Shut the fuck up and maybe start talking again when you’ve learned how to take care of yourself, until then you literally have nothing useful to share with anyone else. Humility is the antidote to this – and she clearly has none. Take the cotton out of your ears, and please place it right in your mouth. Step away from the keyboard. Julie clearly skipped from the first right to the 12th step – her life is unmanageable, and she wants to share it with you.
Can you imagine what that guy in the bathroom must’ve encountered when he came to? Two crazy eyed broads screaming and crying and spitting while slapping him around, yelling “DON’T YOU GIVE UP ON US NOW!” like dialogue in some sort of terrible James Cameron film. Holy fuck. And this slag gets a TV interview out of it – just like she wanted, I’m sure. Well congratulations, random junkie who almost died face down in the shitter – Captain Karma saved you. And if you just stay off the junk for a whole 12 months like she has, you too could be an unemployed, barely functional ego monster with a crippling social media addiction and sporadic donation income. Oh, the things to look forward to!
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