What the actual junk, Facebook. You have a problem. You have a lot of problems.
Something that’s been making the rounds: “Share this if you’d stay up all night just to stop someone you love from committing suicide!”
There are so many things wrong with that statement I don’t know where to start. My original plan was to throw sarcasm at it.
Forget the interim plan. Plan A was good enough.
Truly you are a paragon of unwavering selflessness to sacrifice six whole hours of sleep to prevent someone from ending their life! If everyone on earth exhibited the same unsurpassed love you show, WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IN THE EVENT YOU WERE ACTUALLY CALLED TO DO SOMETHING TOUGH.
‘Just’ to stop them from ending it all? ‘Just’ is used when you say you’d drive 80 miles ‘just’ to buy doughnuts, because they’re so good and who cares if I get fat. ‘Just’ is used when the object of your assessment is trivial and ultimately meaningless.
I don’t claim a history of demonstrating or great ability to demonstrate true sacrificial love, but I hope to the uttermost that I would stand up and do something to change the situation, regardless of whether I thought I loved that hypothetical person or not. And I don’t even remember the last time I genuinely sacrificed to prove my love for anyone. I’ve done things I don’t like for folks I care deeply about, but I don’t know if I’ve ever truly forfeited my own interests to serve someone else in a major way.
Love is far more than a vapid pledge to give up an eminently replaceable commodity to prevent an irreversible tragedy. Love is sacrifice. Love is placing another’s good completely and interminably above your own. Love is long hours caring for someone who can’t care for herself, because you promised you would in sickness and in health. Love is knowing when to let go despite every fiber of your being wanting to hold on. Love is getting two hours of sleep each night because you’re working two jobs and are trying to give your kids a decent life.
Written by a hypocrite. But blast it all, if the hypocrites can’t speak, the world will forever be a very quiet place.
Whatever the heck kind of disease that site is spreading, it’s hardly a shadow of the real thing. Facebook, you wouldn’t recognize love if it backed over your head with a truck. You’re dabbling in things you don’t understand, and I’m fairly convinced you never will.