07/16/23 - It’s because getting sick is a mistake.
Ukraine media claims that in the early morning hours of the 17th, there has been sounds of explosions from the Crimea Bridge. According to Russian News, the Crimean leader Aksyonov claimed that there has been an “emergency accident” on the Crimean bridge, and it has been cleared of all traffic, and local law enforcement and other departments are resolving the situation. Aksyonov claims to be working with the Russian Department of Transportation to restore order.
Comments say, “Then bomb Lviv or grain transport ships in the Black Sea. >: (”
“Is there gonna be large scale global war? T_T”
“They need to use weapons of mass destruction against Ukraine. They can’t hesitate anymore. Once Ukraine’s been thoroughly defeated, they’ll stay obedient.”
“Tell me some of the benefits to giving birth…It’s been 4-5 months since I’ve had a baby. I still startle awake every night, because I’m worried about having to get up and feed the baby. I go to bed late and wake up early. I’m losing more hair every day. What’s even harder is that my figure is getting all out of shape, and my C-section scar is super ugly. I’m about to break down. Who can tell me some of the benefits of having a kid? I just want some comfort.”
Comments say, “I’ve heard that having a kid is completely changing your blood. A lot of old issues will go away on its own. Is it true?”
“I can write you 10,000 words on the cons of having a kid. I’m still trying to think of pros.”
“The best part is watching your baby after they’ve gone to sleep, looking at their cute little faces, feeling all sweet and warm on the inside, wanting to kiss them all the time.”
A blogger shows a screenshot of a tiktok video, where the captions reads, “A little boy bumps into a pedestrian while riding his bike. As soon as his dad got there, he breaks down into tears. He’s just a little kid in sixth grade!”
Comments say, “He’s crying because his mom was in a traffic accident trying to get to him. Stop making up content based on one picture.”
“Which one is the dad?”
“Why is he revealing his stomach at that small an age? Men really have the worst manners. They need to be educated better from a young age.”
A tiktok video in the subway where a girl has bad eyesight, so she took a picture of the stop information to look at on her phone, but an older lady thought she was taking a picture of the older lady’s son, and starts yelling at her and hit her in the head with a water bottle. The whole time, the son in question is clearly awkwardly trying to pacify the situation and comfort the girl but not getting anywhere.
Comments say, “Who the hell comforts somebody by grabbing their arm?”
“He can comfort the girl, but he can’t stop his own mom?”
“She’s raising her son to be her substitute husband. A lot of women do this.”
“If it was me, I wouldn’t bother talking to people who hurt me. It just wastes my energy. I’d take a photo as evidence, and then call the police. Her son’s hands better never touch me. He’s dirty. I’m gonna make them pay me. In Shanghai, it’s 70K if you slap somebody. This lady made my head bleed. It’s gonna be five figures for sure.”
“I don’t understand why some parents feel the need to lecture their kids at the dinner table, or complain about them, or put them down, insult them, and watch their kids eat rice with tears in their eyes. I guess that satisfies their need for control, their patriarchal grasp of power. They’re using their kid’s suffering as seasoning for their food. They’ve released all their frustrations for the day, and they feel good about themselves now. A lot of people grow up and hate eating with their family, because it’s always unhappy. They’d rather eat by themselves.”
Comments say, “Your tears are his seasoning.”
“They don’t even let you cry. If you do, they’ll immediately be like, “Why are you upset? Am I wrong?””
“I don’t remember, I just recall that I had a bad stomachache and couldn’t hold down any food that day. I just kept my head down and listened to all their sharp, biting put downs, holding in my tears, holding down my pain.”
“I’m not even joking, I hated having the whole family together for dinner the most as a kid. If any relatives come over, they always spend the whole evening comparing their kids. They’ll even deliberately tell the relatives all my most embarrassing stories to put me down.”
“My parents will deliberately make jokes at my expenses at dinner, until I cry, and then be all like, “Oh, what’s wrong now? We’re having dinner! What’s there to cry over?””
A blogger posts pictures of month-sitting meals in Korea, asking people what they think.
Comments say, “Eating such greasy and high-salt foods while you’re sitting the month?? What your body needs the most is protein and amino acids, and all you’re eating is a bunch of processed carbs and pickled vegetables. Guess you’re really not worried about getting sick.”
“Anyone praising this has no brain.”
“How can you call this food “light” when half of it is pickles?”
“Just saw a comment someone left me online. Their kid is in first grade. Because the teacher talked about the Nanking Massacre, they thought they’d come to the Nanking Massacre Museum, because they thought that patriotic education and suffering education is very necessary. So they travelled from Sichuan to Nanjing. They didn’t book ahead online, and looked up a guide that said they could enter through the green line anyways. Stood in line all day, only to be informed that they need to bring their kid’s National ID or hukou ID in order to get in. Who would have thought? This is really very frustrating to the public. Why do kids need their ID in order to visit a museum, much less the Nanking Massacre museum?
Comments say, “But all museums require ID. It says so right on the official website.”
“I mean, if you’re taking kids out on vacation, then you need to ride public transportation and book yourself a hotel, right? Why would you not bring ID. I feel like that doesn’t really fit with logic. All museums in China are free to view, but it requires ID. That’s just common sense in China, right?”
“All larger museums require ID, because you think you’re just passing through and taking a look, but who knows what you might do inside? This is a pretty reasonable regulation for the safety of other visitors and the display items.”
A compilation of people talking about how their parents deal with their sickness.
“When I was little, my mom noticed that there was something wrong with my eyes, and took me to the hospital. The doctor was like, “This kid has really bad crossed eyes.” And my mom was like, “She doesn’t have a lazy eye, does she?” And the doctor was like, “It’s not a lazy eye, it’s crossed eyes.” And my mom was like, “Well, it’s fine so long as it’s not a lazy eye.” And in the decade afterwards, I’ve bought up my eye problem to my mom a dozen times, and she never gave a shit, dismissing me that it’s barely noticeable anyways. And she really was super dismissive. I was bullied really hard at school because of my eye. It wasn’t until I got to university that I told her I couldn’t see out of both eyes anymore. Then, she finally hurried and took me to the doctor, and the doctor told her that I’ll never recover 3D vision in my eye. That’s when she panicked. So you know, is this a problem of the kid never saying anything about it, or the parents never caring?”
“Back in middle school, every time I exercised, I’d get acid reflux. I’d get a little bit of stomach acid in my mouth, couldn’t spit it up or swallow it down. I told my mom, and my mom just told me it was because I was too out of shape. Later on, when I went to the dentist, they asked me if I had a stomach problem, because my teeth were all corroded. I said yeah, that I throw up every time I have a PE lesson. My mom heard from the side, and actually asked me why I never told her…”
“My mom always tells me to tell her if I’m not feeling well. But every time I actually tell her, I feel like the sheer impatience in her eyes could pierce me through. So I don’t want to say. And then I got used to not saying anything. And now she’s telling me how much she misses how I would tell her about everything when I was little.”
“Around 7 or 8 years old, I felt like my left eye couldn’t see as well as my right eye. If I only use my left eye, I can’t make out the writing in my books. I told my mom, and my mom said, “Have you come up with another excuse why you can’t read and study? Go back to your homework!” Before my college entrance exams, I told my mom again, and she said, “Your eyes are fine. Go away.” In my sophomore year in college, I went to enlist in the army, and I passed the background check, but at the physical exam, they discovered severe amblyopia in my left eye, and informed my mom. And my mom said, “Why didn’t you ever tell me you couldn’t see with your left eye??” She realised she had made a mistake at this point, but didn’t want to admit it, so she took me to the hospital, insisting they’ve got to be able to fix this. And the doctor said, “At this age, what do you want us to do? There’s no point.” After we got home, my mom was super upset, crying and wailing, and I just didn’t say anything, because I didn’t know what to say. In the end, I got to enlist anyways by pulling connections with my platoon leader. But to this day, I’m still living with a left eye that has less than 0.1 vision, which can only barely make out light and dark and colours and blurry shapes.”
“Every time I would get a cold or the flu or something, my mom insists on finding a reason for it. Like that I didn’t wear enough clothes, or my blanket was too thin. Even when my brother got constipated, my mom would insist it was because he ate too many snacks. So when I get sick, I’m afraid to tell her, because I know she’ll just blame me for it.”
“It’s because getting sick is a mistake. If you’re found to have committed a mistake, you’ll get yelled at or beaten. There’s only three results. In the best case scenario, you deal with it on your own. In the middle case scenario, you tell your parents, you’re ignored, and you deal with it on your own. In the worst case scenario, you tell your parents, you get yelled at and beaten, and you deal with it on your own. So long as the kid isn’t a retard, of course they’re going to pick the first scenario.”
“I would get stomachaches all the time as a little kid, and my parents always insisted that I was just pretending. After they beat me, I was afraid to tell them again that I wasn’t feeling well. But the stomachaches never went away. Whenever it got too bad, I’d find painkillers and eat some. When I got to my twenties, and it was really too much to live with, and even painkillers had stopped working, I took myself to the hospital to get checked out. The doctors discovered a cyst in my common bile duct that was 11cm across. They suggested immediate surgery, and so I was forced to call my parents to come to the hospital. The doctor said that before it got this big, it must’ve hurt a lot. I told him that yeah, it hurts all the time, I’ve been taking painkillers for years. And my parents suddenly went, “Jesus, kid, why wouldn’t you tell us if you weren’t feeling well?””
“While running at school, I accidentally fell and broke my bone. It hurt a lot. My parents came to school to pick me up, and they never asked if I was in pain or not. They immediately launched into how I was so careless, they’ve told me time and time again to be careful, now they’ve got to deal with all this shit all because I fell down, and complained about me for the rest of the day. I never could bring anything up to my parents again after that. Chinese-style parents hurt you using the excuse that it’s for your own good. The damage they do to you is never enough that you can cut them off completely, but it’ll always stick in your throat. I feel bad for how much they’ve done for me, but I feel bad for being born in such a family myself even more.”