So it's not a big secret among those who know me that I live with undiagnosed manic depression. It's not something that's completely debilitating – although I do occasionally have times when getting out of bed is a struggle – but more like an inconvenience. It gets in the way, sometimes.
I tend to get down around the holidays. Much of this is just plain self-esteem; I've never had a Christmas when I could spend a couple thousand dollars on gifts for my daughter, the rest of my family, and my friends. This tends to make me feel like a failure. Logically, I know that this is just me buying in to the disgusting commercialization of the season and the avaricious materialism of our culture, but emotionallly…logic doesn't help.
The last few days, I've been pretty down. A lot of this has to do with, oddly enough, World of Warcraft. Not because I don't have fun playing the game, but because the rampant stupidity, lack of class, rudeness, and cruelty that so many of the other people who play the game express. At any given time one can go into a major 'city' and find conversations filled with pre-adolescent abuse of cursing, unconscionable personal attacks on the most random of people for the most random of reasons, and – distressingly – a rampant anti-intellectualism that values the ability to recycle fifty year old “your mom” insults over the ability to hold an intelligent conversation.
Of course, there will be the loud chorus “Oh, it's just a game, get over it already!” The problem is that WoW today is very much like the 'net was in its infancy, most especially in the sense that most people playing have an attitude that they can say or do anything they want because there are no real-world consequences for their actions. I don't know who the real human being is behind “Omgyousuck,” so that human being is free to engages in whatever sorts of ignorance, cruelty, harassment, abuse, or any other behavior that they would otherwise never consider. Just like I used to put up with people threatening to 'hunt me down' and so forth in heated Usenet conversations, now I have people sending me nasty little tells any time I say something they don't like. On the cynical, sardonic side, some of my favorites include attempting to belittle me by calling me “kid” (this from people who almost certainly are younger than my daughter) and the old country classic “u r a idiot!!!!”
But then there are people like the guy who went off on me publicly regarding private situations that he never should have been aware of anyway, accusing me of “all the things I did” to the guild I used to run, ignoring the simple fact that I couldn't afford to play for a while – as a matter of both time and money – and instead of getting in touch with me, my loyal and trusted lieutenants decided to take the entire guild over, run me down when I wasn't able to defend myself, quit the guild, and start a new one whose name is a direct and deliberate rejection of me personally.
Or the guy who I – against my will, as a favor to someone else – ran through a lower-level instance with my high-level character (for those who know WoW, I ran them through Mara on my rogue, who was probably 64 or 65 at the time; for those who don't, think of it as sorta like Michael Jordan offering to play center on a high school basketball team) several months ago, and for some unfathomable reason decided yesterday – maybe as much as a year after the fact – to claim that I spent the entire run dying, didn't finish the instance, and took all the loot (extending the analogy, think of this as being similar to claiming after the game that Jordan missed all his shots, stole the game ball and the trophy, and took all the cheerleaders home with him).
There are people whose 'contribution' to the game begins and ends with their insistent campaign to reduce the whole thing to a name-calling contest. There is no logic, no reason, no meaning, and certainly nothing that closely resembles basic human dignity, common courtesy and respect, or any remote flicker of genuine intellect. This is where the bigots go to insist that Barack Obama is Muslim – and that it matters. This is where people claim to be holding Caylee Anthony, the little three year old girl who has been missing (and, unfortunately, whose body was apparently recently found) in Florida, in a situation that there's just no polite way to describe.
Now I'm not going to pretend I don't draw my own heat. I'm opinionated and mouthy; I have a tendency to jump in to defend underdogs with as little mercy for their tormentors as their tormentors show them, and when someone is acting like a blithering idiot I have no problem saying so. But I've never – not one time in three years – insulted anyone without a good reason, most often because they were abusing another player for asking a reasonable question, or because they responded to a joke or wisecrack with strong profanity or threats of violence or other forms of cruelty to others. There are at least three people I'm aware of who absolutely hate me because I've embarrassed them by holding them to account for their behavior, and they spend a substantial amount of time rotating characters to either sent me nasty private messages or lie about me in public. Of course, since you can create and delete characters on any server, and you can have up to ten, this gives the impression that there are dozens if not hundreds of people who hate me and have clear evidence that I'm everything from a shoplifter to an al-Qaeda operative.
When I was a small child – pre-adolescent – I was a weird kid, and I took some bullying. As a small child, I – as has been observed in everything from lab rats to primates to human beings – then visited this same kind of treatment on those who were even weirder than I was. I could make excuses – I was just a kid, didn't know any better – but the bottom line is that I was wrong, cruel, and inhumane to other human beings that committed no offense against me other than being a convenient target for the excrement that I was catching to 'roll downhill' on to.
But these aren't pre-adolescents, most of them anyway. There's widespread evidence that the vast majority of WoW players are over 18, many of them my age (38) or even older. The average age has been calculated by various studies to range between 28 and 35.
That said, even if the worst offenders are teenagers, what excuse is there for this behavior? Why haven't the parents of these kids taught them about consequences? Why do so many people still not understand that each person they see in the game – or on the forum, or on the newsgroup, or pick your digital medium – is a real, live, human being, with thoughts, feelings, emotions, triumphs, tragedies, successes, and failures? I would have thought that after the suicide of Megan Meier – the young lady who tragically committed suicide after being harassed by a peer and her adult caretaker and of all the disgusting things, the peer's own mother, that people would have learned this lesson by now.
There are days when the utter lack of humanity displayed in that game, and other places, bring me as close to suicidal thought as I ever get any more. Of course I'm not going to do something so ridiculous, over a video game or anything else, I just don't have that in me. But there are times when I look at the chat scrolling by – whether the negativity is directed at me or not – and find myself thinking…this is what people are really like inside when they think they can be.
I don't mean to suggest that everyone playing WoW is like this. I've met dozens of really great people through the game, and even landed a couple of web design contracts and other work directly through the game, in spite of the deliberate attempts of some people to impugn my character both in-game and out of it.
I've done good things, including helping a young lady who has since become a dear friend break a downward spiral of heroin addition and prostitution to become a clean and sober mother of a healthy son. She doesn't play WoW anymore, but we stay in touch. In her own words, she's alive today because when nobody else cared, I did – cared enough to push her into treatment, cared enough to call the police in her area when she attempted suicide, cared enough to convince her that there are worse things than being professionally treated for drug addiction.
I've never mentioned that to anyone before, and I'm not discussing it now for the sake of patting myself on the back, but for the sake of underlining the simple fact that if it were up to a lot of the people in that game who think it's so cute and funny to be inhumanly cruel when they can get away with it, that young lady would not be alive today. If it were up to some of them, they'd have supplied the drugs and taken advantage of her unfortunate choices to get some nice, illegal, sex, and then left the kid to rot. I think a few of them would likely even brag about it.
Which brings me back to the whole reason I'm writing this article; because every year, around this time, I find myself mourning the inhumanity that has so ubiquitously permeated our culture. Rather than helping those who need it, we laugh at their misfortune; rather than offering support and friendship to someone who obviously needs it, we add insult to injury for the sake of a momentary ego boost when our equally stupid and cruel friends can tell us we “owned” or “pwned” or “pwnt” someone else by being cruel and inhuman. Rather than asking ourselves how we can make the world a better place in ways large or small, we mindlessly pursue self-gratification and the artificially inflated sense of self-esteem we get when our idiot friends support us in our cruelty. This is a hyperextension of the good ol' boy tradition of sitting around with 'people like us' and telling cruel jokes about 'people like them,' or – if you look at the dark corners of history – the good ol' boy tradition fo building up each others' bullshit until some 'person like them' ends up at the end of a noose in a tree, or catching a bullet for looking at a white woman the wrong way, or getting beat and left for dead (or even killed) for being gay, having a 'foreign' appearance, etc.
This holiday season, I'd like to think that maybe, just maybe, some random person who has engaged in this kind of disgusting behavior might read this article and consider changing their approach to life. It's not possible, human, or honest to always be nice, but that doesn't mean it's necessary to be cruel and inhumane to other people. If you happen to be one of the allegedly well-adjusted people of the world who have a reasonably solid life – place to live, sane parents, sane children, sane spouse, financial security, etc. – then I'd like for you to consider that maybe you won't always be so fortunate, and maybe it's worth considering that the seeds you've down will be the harvest you reap when it's you who is in a tough situation, when it's you who logs in to a video game or a discussion board hoping for a light-hearted escape from the travails of a difficult life and find yourself on the sharp end of this kind of cruelty.
We're all in this together, and what you put in to the world is what you'll take out. My life today, good and bad, is a direct result of my choices and decisions. Obviously, looking at my life today, all of those decisions have not been good ones. I don't claim to be perfect, or better than anyone, I'm just moved to appeal to my fellow human beings to please, just once, before you decide to be cruel and obnoxious, consider the humanity of your target. There have been times that I've been hit with, or observed, abuse and insults at the hands of these sorts of people that if it were in me to take my own life, I'd have done so.
What makes things more depressing is the stark realization that if I, or someone else, were to do something like that, the person whose cruelty ended in a lost life would refuse all responsiblity and claim that the corpse was 'unbalanced' or 'sick' anyway, so it's not their fault.
Like hell it isn't.
This isn't a new situation. There's a fellow named Jeff who I went to school with starting in 4th grade who made my life a living hell, was a primary consideration in my dropping out of high school, and was the catalyst of my one (fortunately unsuccessful) full-on suicide attempt when I was sixteen years old (turned out the bottle of Valium I stole and swallowed had been filled by its owner with Tylenol 😛 ). I'm sure he's not aware of that – he couldn't be, I've never admitted to it before to anyone – but if he was, I'm equally sure that his thought would be 'well, he's just a weird little loser anyway, who cares what happens to that scrub, don't blame me for beating on him and heaping seven years of constant torment on him. He's dead because he was weak, his parents are screwed up, he's screwed up, etc., don't blame me!”
We must, as a society and indeed as a race, turn our backs on this kind of thinking. Our actions have consequences; that woman in Missouri, Lori Drew, who tormented a thirteen year old girl with insults and harassment, may not have taken a gun and shot Megan Meier, but she certainly provided the (metaphorical) bullets.
It is my own hypocrisy that I think the only honorable thing for someone like that to do is follow their victims to the grave.
If I could have one thing this year for Christmas, more than anything else, it would be a magic wand that would excise the core of cruelty and inhumanity from each and every one of us. Because you see, this mentality, it's not just about a couple of geeks bickering on the internet; it's a smaller-scale version of the genocides in Darfur and Bosnia, the pogroms of Stalin, the gas chambers of Hitler.
“Oh please,” you'll scoff, “you can hardlly compare the suicide of a depressed 13 year old girl to the extermination of six million Jews!” Yes, I can do exactly that, because the only difference is scale.
At the root, it all comes back to an increasing tendency of human beings to depersonalize other human beings. Sure, the Brent Bozells and Jimmy Swaggarts and Fred Phelps's of the world will claim that it's because of television, or the news, or video games, or homosexuality. Horse puckey, says I. It's because somewhere along the way, a frighteningly large percentage of us simply cannot resist the urge to dehumanize and degrade other human beings who are easy targets. So many of us tear other people down to build ourselves up artificially; like politics, instead of focusing on what's good about me, we focus on what's bad about the other guy. Slave owners thought their slaves were sub-human; Hitler thought the same of the Jews; Stalin, apparently, thought that of everyone but himself. Lori Drew still to this day is doing it to Megan Meier.
I have to believe that whatever gods there may be weep at the current state of their creation. That we, humanity, who have so many gifts and can do so much good, reduce ourselves to this kind of cruelty is surely our greatest sin, save perhaps that so many of us claim to do it in the name of our chosen God.
Each of us is a valuable and unique part of the machinery of humankind. Our actions have consequences that sometimes we don't see for years – sometimes, we don't seem them at all, but they're there. I'd like to think that maybe the notion that being an obnoxious jerk to someone may result in that someone taking their own life would give some people pause for thought.
Unfortunately, the only people likely to pause are the ones who aren't engaged in that kind of behavior in the first place.
Please, if you read this, take a minute before the next time – and there's always a next time – you tear in to someone you perceive to be weaker than you…put yourself in their shoes. Consider how you'd feel if you were the target instead of the shooter…because sure as the sun rises in the east, the day will come when you are.