Drive Like Dave (Because Dave Can't Die)
Meet Dave. Dave can't die. Not in the "superhero" sense—just in the "life keeps throwing him off cliffs and somehow he lands on his feet" sense. Dave's been through more hell than a GPS recalculating in rush hour. He's slept on the streets, eaten more disappointment than dinner, and still, every morning, Dave wakes up and says, "Let's go again."
Now, people love to judge Dave. "Why does he take those pills?" "Why does he act like that?" "Why can't he just be normal?" Here's the thing: Dave wants to be a happy guy. Maybe oxycodone makes him feel something—anything—after a world that's tried its best to make him feel like nothing. And you know what? At least he still feels. At least he's still here.
So why do you want to ruin his happiness? Because it makes you uncomfortable? Because you don't like the way he lives? Because you think your comfort is more important than his survival? Newsflash: It ain't got nothing to do with you.
Imagine living Dave's life for a week. Go ahead. Sleep on the street. Get ignored by everyone. Get treated like you're invisible. Then tell me you wouldn't want to feel something—anything—just to remind yourself you're alive.
Dave's not trying to be a "Dyer." He's trying to be a liver. (And let's be real, his liver deserves a medal at this point.) He's choosing to survive, to keep going, to find a scrap of happiness wherever he can. That should speak volumes. Instead of judging, maybe try giving a crap. Maybe try being happy for someone else's happiness, even if you don't understand it.
So next time you see a Dave, don't be an a******. Don't judge. Don't ruin his day. Maybe even root for him. Because the world's got enough critics and not nearly enough cheerleaders for the people who keep getting back up.
Drive like Dave. Because at least he's still driving, even when the rest of the world wants to leave him stranded.
Moral of the story:
Stop being a jerk. Let people live. And if you can't help, at least don't hurt.