AYU LHS

'Tingkat pendidikan', ya? Kalau pada subbab definisi operasional di dalam penelitian, tingkat pendidikan diukur dengan jenjang. Apakah dia SD, SMP, SMA, D3, S1, dsb.
Terus, apakah ada korelasi antara 'RENDAHNYA tingkat pendidikan' dengan 'BANYAKNYA kasus pelecehan seksual?
Nggak tahu, coba kamu bikin penelitiannya. Tapi saya sendiri berpendapat bahwa tingkat pendidikan nggak ada korelasinya dengan libido membuncah yang diikuti dengan ketololan para pelaku pelecehan seksual. Maksud saya, kamu bisa saja adalah seorang dosen lulusan S3 tapi dalam hati punya hasrat ingin memerkosa salah seorang mahasiswamu. Atau, kamu bisa saja adalah seorang tamatan SMA tapi BISA MENAHAN BIRAHI kamu karena kamu sadar bahwa itu inappropriate.
Nggak harus sarjana dulu baru kamu bisa paham bahwa perempuan yang jalan di gang gelap malam-malam nggak berada di sana karena ingin diperkosa.
Ya ampun, kayak, ini masalahnya bukan pada tingkat pendidikan, tapi fucking common sense.

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(This may be an answer or a rant, you decide.)
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You're tired of being ordinary. You hate the idea of being insignificant, don't you? You had lived your ordinary life, bored to death, until someday... you found an article on the internet, titled 'How to Recognize a Depressed Person'.
You started reading it, and as a normal human being, identified any characteristic that might suit you. And there you found it: "a depressed person always looks tired, has sleep disorders, they're sad, blablabla". Pretty much like you... right?
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Fucking no.
You didn't even know what a sleep disorder is. But your innocent and little mind was blown so hard you thought that the article you just read represents you. You read more, and more, and more, and started getting the idea that you're different with others. Of course! You had sleep disorders! So special! (Not realizing the fact that you were just suffering from lack of sleep due to your own habit of using your fucking smartphone to use Instagram before bedtime.)
Congratulations! You're now an insomniac!
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The next day, you remembered reading some articles about OCD. You saw your messy desk and started to realize that everything on it was asymmetrical. Oh, dear lord! THEY'RE ASYMMETRICAL! You gotta rearrange them, quick!
And there you go. You had OCD! So special! You subconsciously declared that everytime you see something asymmetrical, you'd get a headache! Cool!
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But, it wasn't enough, right? You still needed some attention. Better rant and tell the world of how much of a trash your whole life is. Evil parents who scold you everyday, irritating siblings, backstabbing friends for not lending you some money, an emotionally abusive significant other... phew. Let's spread the news!
So you started posting emo things, dark poetries (which are actually just random words you find beautiful), told everyone about your first attempt of self harm (which was ironic that you couldn't stand the pain), and what else? What else could draw people's attention? Let's see: self-harm, poetries, emo post, oh yeah... suicide.
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Then, you told people that you wanted to commit suicide, for your life was meaningless. Your daily mantra was, "I might as well be dead."
You said those things everytime you had the chance, and people started to believe that you're really depressed.
You told people how much you wanted to die, but you never did it.
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Meanwhile, those people who were really sick and depressed... with low level of serotonin and hormonal problems; with real biological, physiological, and psychological problems; with blurry minds; with a great need for help... died in vain.

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