Suicide

Recently....OK, pretty much since high school,...I've given a lot of thought to suicide. The first time I actually considered doing it, and very nearly acted it out, was in 1980. I climbed over the balcony and threatened to let go. That freaked the fuck out of my Mom and brother at the time. It was because of my brother that I decided to climb back over to safety.

I've considered it many times since. Many. Times.

These days, its something I think about almost every day. I simply am done and don't want to be here anymore. Well, where then, if not here? Not anywhere. Dead. Now, before you get all silly and start calling who knows who, let me tell you, I am not nutzo. I have a good head on my shoulders. I make a decent living. I have a wife who loves me, children who show me respect and love, etc. I am a reasonably clear-headed guy who thinks things through. But now and then, there is something that comes up that puts me over the edge. Usually, it pertains to money, if you can believe that. Why would I want to escape money issues? Well, I guess it is because I have a goal to rid myself of debt. And as soon as I make some kind of headway, my wife comes up with a diabolical plan to plunge us even deeper into it.

Right now, I work at two jobs to barely break even. It is a killer because I sometimes work two weeks straight without a day off. And just when I find some light at the end of the tunnel, it gets snuffed. I don't need this stress. So my answer is a simple one, suicide. Wait, once again, please don't go to your phones, texts, whatever. I'm not nutzo. I'm not going on a rampage. I don't believe in physically hurting or maiming others to make a point. I am definitely not one of those whack jobs we see on TV every fucking day. I am sensible, hard-working, and I care for those around me.

So let's visit the idea of selfishness. There are those who would say that suicide is a selfish decision and does not take into account loved ones or the effect a suicide can have on them and their lives. That is but one side of the equation. The other side is this, and please don't panic,...just consider... The people that try to keep me here are being just as selfish; thinking of their own needs and putting them above my own. They would selfishly keep a hurting, emotionally damaged, flailing individual on this earth to satisfy their own desires than to let them be free. That sounds crazy, I just read it back. But I'm not saying this to be crazy; I'm making a point. Selfishness can go both ways. And I suppose we can visit the terms, "hurting," "emotionally damaged," and "flailing." But that's really not here or there; but a few adjectives I use to describe how I feel when I consider suicide.

Suicide. How final. Many people don't succeed because there is a part of them that still wants to live, or they are just plain stupid. For example, suicide by tylenol. People usually don't take enough pills (and you really need to ingest a LOT of tylenol) so what ends up happening is they survive, go into fulminant liver failure, need a liver transplant, and end up dying horribly and painfully because a suicidal patient does not register as a high priority on the transplant list. Or they use a gun, and flinch at the last second. Or they jump from a building, and survive, but paralyzed. I have a foolproof way of doing suicide without potentially taking anyone else out, without leaving a bloody corpse, and without surviving to endure a painful demise due to liver failure. I am a scientist, and believe me the solution is simple. Easy to do. And it'll work the first time.

I will keep it to myself because one day I may end up doing it. But I would not be doing it to be selfish, nor to escape the selfishness of others. I would do it because I want to. Period. That's not crazy. That's called making a rational decision and sticking by it. Suicide? Rational? Well, I think there are situations where it is a rational decision, and where it should be considered in context, and not out of some kind of mental defect.