This video gets a lot of things weirdly wrong, but it achieves its purpose: get people to react, to talk about it, and to acknowledge that domestic abuse is still a massive problem.
If the person you’re with is causing you chronic emotional or physical pain, you need to get out of that relationship. Period. It’s a lesson I needed to learn the hard way, and my heart aches for anyone else who hasn’t figured that out yet.
And this happened.
The time is 4:12 a.m. I am sleepily watching South Park and surfing the interwebs. I receive the following correspondence on Steam:
: jesus fucking christ
: So you want a story that isn’t from reddit?
: I got to my buddy’s place around 2
: we’re drinkin, watching the soccer game
: go to this bar for 5. His work has an event going on, raising money for a animal shelter
: We’re drinkin, having a good time
: He get blasted, his fiancee isn’t drunk, I’m well on my way
: Fuckin, I’m signing because I’m drunk and feel like using sign language, regardless of if anyone understands me. I’m talking at the same time, so it’s whatever
: The event kinda settles down, we’re still drinking
: Hanging out with a couple of my buddy’s coworkers
: This dude comes over, fake signs at me, I’m like “Uhhh, sign again?”
: He says he was just faking it, then we get into this long discussion about like, deaf culture, etc etc
: We’re talking for what? 30 minutes, and I realize my fuckin buddy has left me, as has his fiancee
: They’re fuckin chatting it up with their other coworker
: And I realize
: Dude is fucking hitting on me
: AND MY BUDDY LEFT ME ALONE. TO FEND FOR MYSELF
: I go over to my buddy, grab his shoulder and just fucking bitch in his ear “YOU FUCK” and bitch him out for leaving me talking to this dude
: WHO ISN’T EVEN THEIR FUCKING COWORKER
: Just some fucking dude who like insinuated himself with the event
: Jesus fuck… So turns out this dude had won a fuckin basket from the raffle that went on
: The basket had alcohol and other such things in it
: I’m drunk
: I go “Bro, if you give me that bottle of vodka, that would be fucking badass”
: To the gay dude
: He goes “Only if you promise to sign your best man speech at his wedding”
: I’m like “DONE” *yoink*
: Free bottle of cake flavored vodka
: So me, my buddy and hsi fiancee, this gay dude and his buddy all apparently decide it’s time to leave the bar. We’re like 4 steps out the door, I turn to my buddy and have a lil powwow chat. The dude and his buddy continue on. WE FUCKING BOOK IT
: Go back to her car, back to their place
: I’m drunk. Freshman I’ve been hooking up with messages me, telling me to come over
: I’m like… no where close to campus, and drunk. MY FRIENDS LET ME FUCKING DRIVE.
: I get there
: Get my fuckin dick sucked. Crash for like.. an hour. And now I’m here
: Oh, and I’m driving in the fucking snow that’s been coming down nonstop for the last fucking 3 weeks straight
: Oh it’s not done
: Actually, that’s about it
The most important point of this speech is that we should spend more time loving each other, and accepting ourselves, so that we can stop being horrible to each other. That the media is focusing on Page’s sexual orientation for the coverage of this story is a terrible irony.
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