Yes, it's now considered a bonified illness.
Which, is exactly what it shouldn't be if we want to put a freaking end to it.
Imagine it now... you have an attention whore, who to get more attention, begins to tell the world her "sad but true" story of her so-called rotten life." "I'm dying, my kids are dying, my whatever is dying... Send me money, whaaaa, life sucks for me!"
Through some investigation, they get caught. What do you do? Piss on 'em, laugh at 'em, tell 'em "You're a huge fucking asshole, get out of my face." And then ignore the hell out of them, cause they need very badly, to be ignored.
But for god's sake don't say, "Aw, you have an illness. Let's get you some help!" Cause that's exactly what they want! Now they don't even have to say they're sorry. They can shed a few tears and claim to be vicitims of this paper illness and well, they proved it by making up shit about themselves in the first place! Now they can garner more buckets of sympathy by saying, "Whaaa, yes, I lied, I betrayed people who claimed they were my friend, I faked my death, I gathered money to pay for things involved in my imaginary medical illness. But you can't blame me... I was sick"
No, you are not "sick" you are a fucking douche bag. You are the five year old kid who throws herself onto the floor, screams and turns blue, just so everyone will go, "Aw, poor you!" You do not deserve sympathy. You deserve a good swift kick in the ass. You do not deserve to say you have an illness, cause you got caught, you deserve to be forced to say you are sorry and then to tolerate it when everyone around you rejects you or wants to spit in your eye. If indeed you gained anything financially because of this, you should pay it back. And the worst crime you commit never occurs to these asswipes. The worst crime they do is make it so we don't trust one another.
I've been lucky. I've had some shitawful stuff happen to me that I've talked about in my journal and everyone had know I've been telling the truth, or if they've suspected I haven't, they've kept it to themselves. But, let's take when Todd was at the hospital... that happened shortly after a car accident and various other things. If someone had said, 'Ya know, Darq, I don't believe you, that's just too much." It would hurt, but I couldn't really get mad at someone, after all, with all the liars on the net, having 20 thousand little things go wrong with me all in a matter of days does sound awful strange.
(BTW, if anyone is thinking I was bullshitting about the car, Todd's hospital visit, and all such, I'll be more than happy to prove it. I can scan in some stuff... if that's not enough, I'll be happy to give phone numbers and names so you can call police stations, body shops, and hospitals to find out the truth.)
One of the things I love about the net is that I can talk about my woes without worrying that I'm directly affecting lives. See, if I tell Todd I'm feeling depressed and having trouble coping, it will hurt Todd, because he's my husband and has to live with me day in day out. If I tell my parents, they will feel bad and responsible, because they raised me...
I tell you folks, I assume you go, "Aw, poor Darq." (Okay, maybe you go, "Nyah Nyah, sucks to be HER!") maybe say a prayer, but it doesn't dwell on your mind like a big old cancer. You go about your daily routeen, go about your lives. That's such a blessing, cause it allows me to get it off my chest, get maybe a few cyberhugs, but not have to worry that now you're sitting 'round the old dinner table going, "Oh dear, Darq is such a mess. Let's all just dwell on her troubles for awhile, cause we ain't got enough of our own!" But see, these assholes cross the line, and make their fake lives out to be sooo bad, that their net friends do end up taking it offline.
So, when I hear about these idiots that turn lying on the net into a profession, I get a little cheesed. But to hear that we're giving it a lable now, so these assholes can now cry, "Nooo, I was sick! Not a jerk, but sick!" really pisses me off. Cause you know and I know they will never look back and say, "Wow, all the pain I caused these people, pretending I was deathly ill." Nope, they'll just cry a few tears for themselves and nadder on like a bunch of croaking frogs how they need "help" and "sympathy" for their "illness."
You wanna bullshit someone? Go ahead. Wanna get in that AOL chatroom and tell everyone you're an astronaut, well, if they're dumb enough to believe it, then they deserve to hear it. But to fake tragity for the purpose of attention or money? You suck. No sympathy from me.