I met a weirdo on the interweb
Now, I've met lots of nice people on the internet - but it's the weird ones that stick in your mind. Such as the guy who borrowed a film off me in Cambridge and turned out to be so smelly, so hairy, so nervous and, well, so downright needy that I've never bothered getting it back.
Tell us about the strange people you've met on the internet.
( , Fri 17 Mar 2006, 9:31)
Now, I've met lots of nice people on the internet - but it's the weird ones that stick in your mind. Such as the guy who borrowed a film off me in Cambridge and turned out to be so smelly, so hairy, so nervous and, well, so downright needy that I've never bothered getting it back.
Tell us about the strange people you've met on the internet.
( , Fri 17 Mar 2006, 9:31)
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Hundreds of weirdos who nearly killed me
I was a strange child. Bulimic from the ages of 10-12 and anorexic for a year after that. Although I was technically "recovered", for years afterwards my default coping strategy whenever I got pissed off was to stop eating for a while. Thus I had several relapses, but none quite so downright stupid as the one fuelled by teh interweb.
Flicking through a magazine in my dentist's waiting room one day shortly after my parents had got their first computer, I read a report on the shocking and horrifying trend of pro-anorexia websites. These were communities where sufferers would get together and support each other in starving themselves to death. They'd post pictures of skeletal people to inspire each other, details of their height and weight in order to compete with one another, tips on how to hide their illness, etc etc.
Guess what I googled as soon as I got home.
Two months later, two stone lighter, I had stopped attending school and was spending all day reading and responding to emails from these weirdos, looking at their pictures and turning into a total zombie. It was only the fact that I somehow managed to get into music college and therefore had something to look forward to that stopped me from killing myself.
All of those sites have been taken down now. I wonder how many people died because of them.
Apologies for lack of humour.
( , Sat 18 Mar 2006, 10:25, Reply)
I was a strange child. Bulimic from the ages of 10-12 and anorexic for a year after that. Although I was technically "recovered", for years afterwards my default coping strategy whenever I got pissed off was to stop eating for a while. Thus I had several relapses, but none quite so downright stupid as the one fuelled by teh interweb.
Flicking through a magazine in my dentist's waiting room one day shortly after my parents had got their first computer, I read a report on the shocking and horrifying trend of pro-anorexia websites. These were communities where sufferers would get together and support each other in starving themselves to death. They'd post pictures of skeletal people to inspire each other, details of their height and weight in order to compete with one another, tips on how to hide their illness, etc etc.
Guess what I googled as soon as I got home.
Two months later, two stone lighter, I had stopped attending school and was spending all day reading and responding to emails from these weirdos, looking at their pictures and turning into a total zombie. It was only the fact that I somehow managed to get into music college and therefore had something to look forward to that stopped me from killing myself.
All of those sites have been taken down now. I wonder how many people died because of them.
Apologies for lack of humour.
( , Sat 18 Mar 2006, 10:25, Reply)
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