and we can win

but people have been leaving them inconvenient places:

steve: no your parents have dinner at home

the kids: i fucking hate this family

kids in the car with nancy: mcdonald’s! mcdonald’s! mcdonald’s!

nancy: *pulls into the drivethru*

kids: *cheering*

nancy: one black coffee please

kids in the car with johnathan: mcdonald’s! mcdonald’s! mcdonald’s!

My anon friend, I feel you. I don’t know your individual feelings, because you are unique and no one else knows exactly what it’s like to be you, and I’m not going to patronize you by pretending like I do. But I do know what loneliness feels like. I have a spouse and a family and internet friends, and I often feel intensely, painfully alone. Depression is the soft voice that whispers in our ears: “It doesn’t matter”. We might be surrounded by dozens of people or zero people, but it doesn’t matter. No one really cares about us. It doesn’t matter. We have no one. We are alone.

But I am not alone, anon, and neither are you. Maybe you don’t have a family, or a partner, or meat-space friends & acquaintances. Maybe you do, but they’re not helping you. Maybe they’re great, but depression is telling you it doesn’t matter. I don’t know your situation. But I do know that you have us. There are folks like you on this hell realm called the internet – folks who know that your loneliness is real, and who know that relentless soft voice, and who can help you tell it to fuck off. We can be your family. We can let you know that you’re not the only one. Even if you are alone in the 3-D world, you are not alone here. You matter.

I fucking love Stephen hawking he gave this a serious answer instead of trivializing teenage girls like most men (esp. highly intelligent nerdy men) do