Suicide

Suicides around here aren't a common thing and to tell you the truth, it rarely gets brought up in conversation. We had this discussion once before and I clearly stated that I had no sympathy for those who were willing to selfishly put countless people in grief just because they couldn't cope. There's always those who are all bark and no bite with this as well and they're simply the bottom rung pussies.

In the past 10 years I've been to a lot of funerals, but only 2 of those were suicide related. I was the pallbearer at one of them. A girl hung herself in her garage presumably because her boyfriend broke up with her. Even while lowering her into the ground I couldn't feel sympathy for her. Her family, on the other hand, was clueless as to the real motives of her suicide and they were incosolable, lost and just plain shocked. Ruins that never needed to be caused in the first place.

I don't know. I guess you could say I'm indifferent, but the bottom line is: If you're going to do it, don't be a selfish cunt and think about who you will harm first. But don't come crying to me and ask me to give you a reason to live or I may end up putting a large hand-cannon in your hand and tell you to blow your brains out. I haven't seen that in person yet.

Jam it back in, in the dark.

Originally Posted by Dubble

have you ever been in or near a place where something has happened (say the death of somebody or something just as powerful) and just felt really eerie being there?

Actually yes... Yes I have. About 6 years ago I was hanging out with a friend of mine getting ridiculously drunk at his house one Saturday night. It was 3 am and it was just 3 of us, smoking cigarettes and drinking MGDs. (ugh)

We heard an argument breaking out across the street and then it died down almost immediately. About a half hour later the front door opened, one guy stepped out of his house with a shotgun in his hand and sat on the bottom step of his porch. I couldn't really see because it was fucking dark and there were hedges in the way, but I imagine that he put the shotgun in his mouth and pulled the trigger. I just saw the flash and his carcass slide off to the side to be partially hidden by one of the hedges of his house. I wasn't even so much in shock but I remember I was so drunk I actually wanted to drive home, get my camera and come back to take photos. Then the guy started twitching and we figured, "Oh shit, he's really dead. We gotta call the cops."

About 20 minutes passed by and sure enough, the cops showed up and all we did was sit on the front lawn, drinking beers and watching the coroner scrape him off the side of the house and load him into the ambulance. To be quite honest, it was kind of neat. Later on we found out he had gotten in an argument with his wife and clocked her out with a frying pan. He thought he killed her and shot himself in grief... Ain't love a bitch?

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Originally Posted by DarkMageOzzie

Part of the reason being I'm not religous so I don't really know whether or not to believe in an afterlife.

THINK about that for a few minutes. Does not being religious sound like a good enough reason to toy with suicide?

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Originally Posted by DarkMageOzzie

I think you misunderstood what I ment, I ment that's part of the reason I would never actually think seriously about killing myself.

Ah. Yes I did. My apologies.

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Originally Posted by Eleo

Once I advocated someone kill themself as means of freeing herself from her troubles. She was pissed, but I was only trying to help

I actually did this once too. When I was in college there was this guy I met in my psychology class (of all places) who I was doing a group project with. One night, we all met at my house and after we figured we'd had enough brain cramming I decided it was time to kill brain cells. I broke out a case of beers and we all just kicked back and talked shit for a few hours.

Pretty soon everyone started leaving except for this one guy who was already a couple beers past his limit and he wouldn't shut the fuck up about his girl problems. Not that I don't mind lending an ear to anyone who has problems with the significant other, but if you're going to ignore my advice and just say, "I want to fucking die, man. She LEFT AND I DESERVE TO BE DEAD" maybe you need a little fucking persuasion.

I went to my room, got my .22, walked out to the patio, took out the mag, loaded one bullet and handed him the gun. He had this look of utter disbelief on his face like I had asked him if I could light my farts or something. He just quietly got up, got in his car and drove home. Yes, he was drunk as fuck. No ma'am, he never came back to my house or spoke to me again. Good riddance.

I was speaking idiomatically.

To be quite fair, I was fucking wasted too. I only loaded one bullet because I figured that if he actually took the gun and shot at ME, he'd only clip me with a small caliber. It would hurt, but it doesn't have the killing power unless he put it to his head and painted my fence with his brains.

What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now?

Originally Posted by NaklsonofNakkl

I mean, by the time it actually should hurt, you would be so wasted you would probably just go unconscious until someone called the police or you awoke 3 hours later laying in a pool of your own blood...

Hence what I tried to avoid by giving him the low caliber pistol.

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