Lemme say this; People are gonna be entertained by sex and violence and that’s that, but some kids are so desensitized to violence that they don’t even think it’s real until they maim or kill someone. 9 year-olds are looking at things on the internet that weren’t even in my imagination at that age.
They have FOOTAGE of it, man. Lord.
Also, mental health issues are obviously going unchecked in this case. Kids don’t just stab people unless they’ve BEEN having REAL issues. You gotta talk to em, man. You gotta KNOW what they’re up to, how they’re feeling, what motivates and hurts them. This kid needed help before this, no one can tell me different…and now, one kid’s life is ended way too early and another’s is ruined and scarred forever.
Talk to your children. Make sure you know the difference between ‘teen-ager crazy’ and ‘having issues with mental health’. There’s a big difference and it could mean life or death.
Re: my blog about my bout with suicidal thoughts. I just found a rhyme book from back then. I hadn’t gotten ‘there’ yet, but I was on my way. I still think I was trying to give myself hope. At least that’s the way I’m looking at what I wrote inside my book.
It got smeared (ironic symbolism; lotsa stuff from that year is a blur and what isn’t sucks to remember, but someone wanted me to remember this.)
I guess I was trying to give myself a boost, but EVERYTHING was “wrong”…
I can still make it out tho. It reads,
“I lost my last rhyme book. It flew off the top of the truck. I shoulda gone back to check on the joint, but I thought it was just some magazines. What an idiot! I guess the moral is: don’t litter. I shoulda went back to pick up my trash. But I was upset getting in the truck, so I didn’t care about those “magazines” that flew off the roof of my truck.
I just gotta write a whole buncha good stuff
We are dynamic and people like us.
I was ready to die not soon after that and it surely wasn’t because I was upset about a book full of rhymes I lost. I could replace those. It didn’t take much to replace those, just open my mind and heart and write. Other forces were at play and they were relentless.
…but I’m still here.