The Texting Suicide Case, As Seen By A 17-Year-Old Girl

The Texting Suicide Case, As Seen By A 17-Year-Old Girl

A deeper look into the first case of its kind.

Whether you have or have not been outside these past few days, you've probably heard that Michelle Carter was found guilty and sentenced to 15 months in prison for her role in the 2014 suicide of her boyfriend Conrad Roy III. If not, here's a recap:

Roy and Carter were a long-distance couple who communicated primarily through text. Roy wrestled with depression and social anxiety and confided in Carter often about how much he wanted to take his own life. At first, Carter tried to dissuade him, but later encouraged him. Finally, on July 13, 2014, Roy poisoned himself with carbon monoxide fumes in his truck. 3 years later, Carter was found guilty of involuntary manslaughter.

Let's take a closer look:

Here we have two people at probably the most vulnerable time in their life, a.k.a. high school. Michelle and Conrad were both described as athletic, smart, nice students. However, both struggle with depression, and Roy additionally struggles with social anxiety; Carter has an eating disorder. Anyone who has lived to tell the tale can attest to the fact that high school is one big shark tank. Maybe we don't want to admit it, but we all want to be the top shark. Carter was no exception to this. She had trouble making and keeping friends, and her insecurity bred desperation. At the start of their relationship, Carter did what any other person was expected to do: she tried to talk him out of it. Roy, however, was extremely persistent. Eventually, Carter became Roy's personal cheerleader, pushing him harder and harder each day and chastising him when he didn't follow through with plans.

It's evident that somewhere down the line, something flipped in Michelle Carter. Roy was extremely stubborn, and Carter figured if she couldn't help Conrad, she'd help herself. If someone in her situation got really frustrated, they may say something along the lines of, "You know what, you can just kill yourself for all I care." This type of anger usually only lasts for a short period of time and then is followed up by a series of apologies. Michelle took this sentiment about 100 steps further when she saw an opportunity to spin this to her own benefit. If Conrad committed suicide, Michelle could play the role of the grieving girlfriend and gain the attention and popularity of her peers which she so wanted.

And she sure did. After Roy's death, she gained popularity by exploitation, and then tried to make the best of a bad situation by becoming an anti-suicide activist and trying to establish a relationship with his family. It's safe to say that if authorities didn't go through the teens' phone, Michelle probably would have completely avoided trouble.

As a high school student, I can say that it's not out of the ordinary to see people doing just about anything to get attention. After all, we are growing up in an environment where we are always competing for something whether it's the best grades, a spot on a sports team, or admission into a college. We teach ourselves that we need attention, and that we must have more attention than everyone else. Some are even desperate enough to let a man die so we can have what we want the most.

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I Went To "The Bachelor" Auditions

And here's why you won’t be seeing me on TV.

It’s finally time to admit my guilty pleasure: I have always been a huge fan of The Bachelor.

I can readily admit that I’ve been a part of Bachelor fantasy leagues, watch parties, solo watching — you name it, I’ve gone the whole nine yards. While I will admit that the show can be incredibly trashy at times, something about it makes me want to watch it that much more. So when I found out that The Bachelor was holding auditions in Houston, I had to investigate.

While I never had the intention of actually auditioning, there was no way I would miss an opportunity to spend some time people watching and check out the filming location of one of my favorite TV shows.

The casting location of The Bachelor, The Downtown Aquarium in Houston, was less than two blocks away from my office. I assumed that I would easily be able to spot the audition line, secretly hoping that the endless line of people would beg the question: what fish could draw THAT big of a crowd?

As I trekked around the tanks full of aquatic creatures in my bright pink dress and heels (feeling somewhat silly for being in such nice clothes in an aquarium and being really proud of myself for somewhat looking the part), I realized that these auditions would be a lot harder to find than I thought.

Finally, I followed the scent of hairspray leading me up the elevator to the third floor of the aquarium.

The doors slid open. I found myself at the end of a large line of 20-something-year-old men and women and I could feel all eyes on me, their next competitor. I watched as one woman pulled out her travel sized hair curler, someone practiced answering interview questions with a companion, and a man (who was definitely a little too old to be the next bachelor) trying out his own pick-up lines on some of the women standing next to him.

I walked to the end of the line (trying to maintain my nonchalant attitude — I don’t want to find love on a TV show). As I looked around, I realized that one woman had not taken her eyes off of me. She batted her fake eyelashes and looked at her friend, mumbling something about the *grumble mumble* “girl in the pink dress.”

I felt a wave of insecurity as I looked down at my body, immediately beginning to recognize the minor flaws in my appearance.

The string hanging off my dress, the bruise on my ankle, the smudge of mascara I was sure I had on the left corner of my eye. I could feel myself begin to sweat. These women were all so gorgeous. Everyone’s hair was perfectly in place, their eyeliner was done flawlessly, and most of them looked like they had just walked off the runway. Obviously, I stuck out like a sore thumb.

I walked over to the couches and sat down. For someone who for the most part spent most of the two hours each Monday night mocking the cast, I was shocked by how much pressure and tension I felt in the room.

A cop, stationed outside the audition room, looked over at me. After a brief explanation that I was just there to watch, he smiled and offered me a tour around the audition space. I watched the lines of beautiful people walk in and out of the space, realizing that each and every one of these contestants to-be was fixated on their own flaws rather than actually worrying about “love.”

Being with all these people, I can see why it’s so easy to get sucked into the fantasy. Reality TV sells because it’s different than real life. And really, what girl wouldn’t like a rose?

Why was I so intimidated by these people? Reality TV is actually the biggest oxymoron. In real life, one person doesn’t get to call all the shots. Every night isn’t going to be in a helicopter looking over the south of France. A real relationship depends on more than the first impression.

The best part of being in a relationship is the reality. The best part about yourself isn’t your high heels. It’s not the perfect dress or the great pick-up lines. It’s being with the person that you can be real with. While I will always be a fan of The Bachelor franchise, this was a nice dose of reality. I think I’ll stick to my cheap sushi dates and getting caught in the rain.

But for anyone who wants to be on The Bachelor, let me just tell you: Your mom was right. There really are a lot of fish in the sea. Or at least at the aquarium.

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