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yep, i also said i am sorry that that person who posted has depression. I never said in any post that i feel they pain is any less. I was just annoyed at the people comparing of mental disorders with people with cancer.

ya, can't really compare the two. The treatments for cancer are pretty horrible.
 
Alrite luv, it would seem to be a bunch of whining middle class Americans, feeling a bit 'down in the dumps' and then generally getting ripped off by a drug company for about the tune of £170 a month....so they can 'function' in their busy modern lifestyle; judging by the posts here:rolleyes: Or am I being too sarcastic today?

Looks like there was more going on in your reply to Hellie than I realized. Which just reinforces my point about targeting American women...

looking at my post, i was targeting 'Americans'.... what ever gender;)

He doesn't need a doctor. It "can be treated with a therapeutic relationship with a health professional." :rolleyes: :D
Hmmm, now I'm thinking about "therapeutic relationships" with hot nurses.
Oh, look that sounds a bit sexist and could be seen as 'misogyny':p
 
Yours i beleive can be treated with a therapeutic relationship with a health professional, as most of the time you really just need to speak to someone and are just attention seeking.

People in tears or arguing with partners because they have been to the recurrant misscarriage clinic. So, every day i see pain and disease, in real people.

You did not just f***ing go there.

You have no idea what our lives are like, yet you feel qualified to make assumptions about the validity and effect of our health issues, even as you admit you are not qualified to do so.

You should probably just shut up now.
 
You did not just f***ing go there.
You have no idea what our lives are like, yet you feel qualified to make assumptions about the validity and effect of our health issues, even as you admit you are not qualified to do so..


still, your depression still isn't comparable to having cancer or being treated for having a form of cancer.

You should probably just shut up now.

No, why should I, it's a open forum, i can express and post my opinion within the guidelines of the TOS, which i have done. If you feel you don't agree with opinion you can put me on ignore.
 
You did not just f***ing go there.

You have no idea what our lives are like, yet you feel qualified to make assumptions about the validity and effect of our health issues, even as you admit you are not qualified to do so.

You should probably just shut up now.

you seem angry.

could it be that you're experiencing Internet Rage?
 
FIRST PERSON; Internet Rage

By SANDRA KOPPEL
Published: September 2, 2001

ANYONE who uses the free Internet access at the city's public libraries knows homicidal ferocity. The majestic lions in front of the main library may suggest Old World civility, but not the crowd waiting outside one recent morning. The atmosphere has the nervousness of a horse race.

There's a keyhole in the tall bronze door on the left, and there seems to be movement behind it. The bronze doors part. We eye one another. The crowd closes in.

The first person squeezes through to the next obstacle, the revolving doors. Then it's a free-for-all. Old and young alike send the doors spinning. I'm in shape from swimming laps, and I take the marble stairs two at a time. It's 10 a.m. on a Thursday. The vaulted ceiling, the remodeled Rose Reading Room, the very wooden chairs in front of the computers -- all beg people to slow down. But they've been usurped by the Internet.

I pass a couple of wheezing bodies on the way to the sign-in desk. Darwin was right. I flash my picture ID and sit down. You only get 30 minutes per session. By 10:19 the second wave is breathing over our shoulders. The commandant from the desk marches down the aisles: ''Your sessions will end in five minutes. Your sessions will end in five minutes.'' So much for that love letter, that job opportunity, that porn site. It's 10:25. At 10:30 there's a universal scrape of chairs.

The bloodthirsty advance. The vanquished retreat to the Hudson Park branch on Leroy Street in Greenwich Village. The atmosphere is small-town, quaint, but I have seen fisticuffs threatened. There are three computers. No ID check, no commandant. Fraud runs rampant. A white-haired man has shamelessly signed up with false names, securing two half-hour sessions in a row. I and a militant-looking woman turn him in. I'm in time for the 11 a.m. session.

In comes the guy who accused me of reading his mail over his shoulder. I was only hovering. ''I don't care about your mail, sir,'' I said, in a tone that stunned me. Since when do I sound like a street tough? He's from Albany, he told me one day. He wants to be a model. ''It's hard here,'' he said. It's the city. I continue typing, no room for sentiment. At 11:30 a fight almost breaks out. I flee.

Next stop: the Jefferson Market branch on the Avenue of the Americas at high noon. There's exposed brick in the basement, low-ceilings, like an appealing grotto. Three computers. Calm, except for the fellow who almost shoved me down the narrow spiral staircase. The librarian's in charge of the sign-ins.

She's on the phone. Somebody comes out of somewhere and snags the next two sessions for him and his girlfriend. A man I recognize from Hudson Park is merrily typing on the one-hour computer. I feel murderous. ''Do you want to sign up for 1?'' the librarian asks innocently.

I bolt to the Donnell branch on 53rd. It's 12:30. There's a rabbit hutch busyness here. Six computers upstairs and three down. A sign-up sheet hangs on the wall on the first floor. You stand in line to sign up and start. ''About a half an hour,'' a guy says, in the mood to talk. Not I. I rush upstairs. Advance reservations are required. All stations are occupied. I check the sign-up sheet. Internet rage comes over me.

I have to get out of Midtown. Out in the air, racing down to Hamilton Fish Park on the Lower East Side, my head clears. For a minute I think of gambling with AOL at home, using the Internet at will in the solitude of my studio apartment.

Instead I find myself racing faster down the crowded sidewalk. I should be able to make it for the 1:30 slot. The last time there was that suspiciously mild-looking older woman who tried to overstay her time. Somewhere a clock tones 1:15. Blood sugar level drops, intensity level rises. The next intersection of Internet and public library has astonishing promise.

and it isn't just the u.s.a where cases have emerged. i think there's an international *cough* epidemic of this f***ing nonsense, dave.
 
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you seem angry.

could it be that you're experiencing Internet Rage?

No, I'm not experiencing any rage at all. Just the usual weariness caused by people who have no idea what they are talking about passing judgement against others. Unless you are a licensed clinical therapist whose advice I am paying for, I'm not interested in your opinions about my health. Worse yet was the offhand comment about "repeated miscarriages." So, if I've had repeated miscarriages, then depression is justified? Goody. Would you like to hear about them? I didn't think so.

It's just horribly insensitive and rude to mouth off about health conditions you obviously know nothing about. I don't even see how that could possibly be something anyone would need to waste their time doing. What benefit is it to those of you who "don't believe in" a category of illness? I don't understand.
 
I can settle this dispute. When I get cancer, I'll let you guys know if it's just as bad, nearly just as bad, not quite as bad, or much better than depression. While we're waiting, this should be used as some kind of frink thread. What haven't we done yet, pharmaceutical sales reps? Morrissey's roadies? Latin American pop stars?
 
I can settle this dispute. When I get cancer, I'll let you guys know if it's just as bad, nearly just as bad, not quite as bad, or much better than depression. While we're waiting, this should be used as some kind of frink thread. What haven't we done yet, pharmaceutical sales reps? Morrissey's roadies? Latin American pop stars?


But you can't compare the two. I don't even know why depression is
being compared to anything.
Some believe (as I do) that depression is an illness that requires some
type of medical attention. Others disagree.
I don't know why it's turned into a contest of who suffers the most.
 
But you can't compare the two. I don't even know why depression is
being compared to anything.
Some believe (as I do) that depression is an illness that requires some
type of medical attention. Others disagree.
I don't know why it's turned into a contest of who suffers the most.

Because this is morrissey-solo, and everything is a contest of who suffers most, or rather, the loudest. Keep up!
 
I can settle this dispute. When I get cancer, I'll let you guys know if it's just as bad, nearly just as bad, not quite as bad, or much better than depression. While we're waiting, this should be used as some kind of frink thread. What haven't we done yet, pharmaceutical sales reps? Morrissey's roadies? Latin American pop stars?

Dear miss clips, i think in a roundabout way that we agreed that that there isn't a comparison. Pregnant for the last time and Nugz was angry with my 'somewhat' satirical post and other post about mental health issues and Americans.

Also, i find the post with "with when i get cancer" rather moronic and i am surprised it was from you!

Because this is morrissey-solo, and everything is a contest of who suffers most, or rather, the loudest. Keep up!

yes, and now you have prolonged it! :rolleyes:
 
Dear miss clips, i think in a roundabout way that we agreed that that there isn't a comparison. Pregnant for the last time and Nugz was angry with my 'somewhat' satirical post and other post about mental health issues and Americans.

Also, i find the post with "with when i get cancer" rather moronic and i am surprised it was from you!



yes, and now you have prolonged it! :rolleyes:

Well both of my parents have had cancer, and about half of my family dies from it. In addition, for ten years I lived in a place that is right at the center of a cancer cluster (something extra in the water supply courtesy of our local landfill), so it's fairly reasonable to assume that I will get cancer. Whether or not you or anybody else finds that moronic is not especially a concern of mine.
 
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Well both of my parents have had cancer, and about half of my family dies from it. In addition, for ten years I lived in a place that is right at the center of a cancer cluster (something extra in the water supply courtesy of our local landfill), so it's fairly reasonable to assume that I will get cancer. Whether or not you or anybody else finds that moronic is not especially a concern of mine.

Still, is it something to really joke about if you get it or not in relation to your family history?
In truth, this thread has gone around and around...i said what I have to say. Don't see much point going on about it.
 
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