Suicides

One of my co-workers is getting ready to head back home to tend to her brother. It seems that her brother's girlfriend put a gun to her head last night and she died from the rapid introduction of a lead mass into her cranium. This leads me to post about something I had thought about posting in the past.

One of the biggest wastes of time that police respond to are those people who "attempt" to commit suicide. They take pills, or say they want to kill themselves, because either their husband is deployed, or they want the pity and attention of someone who has terminated a relationship, or are just plain stupid. What do I have to say to these people? Quit wasting everybody's time, stick a gun in your mouth, and pull the damn trigger! Don't pollute the planet with your offspring! Just go away, and quit wasting money and resources.

Now, about those who do kill themselves. Most of these people are just plain morons. Killing yourself because you got jilted? Get real. Plenty of fish in the sea. If you are so weak minded that you want to die because someone broke up with you, then you are a pathetic, useless person anyway, so maybe it was good that you offed yourself. Life is way too fun to just piss away. Think of all of the little pleasures in life: sunsets, birds chirping, the taste of a good pizza, the smell of vanilla, an awesome action flick... The list would continue forever. There are probably only two instances that I would completely understand if a person commits suicide. The first one is somebody who is extremely ill and living in constant, terrible pain. The second is somebody who kills himself out of love (not because of love). What do I mean by that? In the neighborhood I grew up in, there was a retired state trooper who had been with his wife for something like forty years, and he loved her dearly. He had developed many health problems in his later years, and he watched the nest egg he had worked so hard to provide for he and his wife rapidly diminish due to the high medical expenses. He knew that he would eventually die, and didn't want to use up all of their retirement money on his medical expenses, so one morning he went through his normal morning routine, kissed his wife before she went for her morning walk, and went into the garage and swallowed the barrel of a shotgun. In the note he left for his wife, he explained to her that he couldn't burn up everything he had worked for due to his illness, and by ending his suffering he guaranteed her that she would have enough money to live out the rest of her days.

For those who do it because "life is too hard," or "life is unfair," or "life isn't worth living," I say to you this: Go ahead and eliminate yourself. I'll laugh at your funeral and continue enjoying life.