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Suicide

Why or why not?

Discuss.

I'll start

Why: to put an end to it all. All the good, all the bad, everything. It is possible that a long dreamless sleep begins that never ends. Peace and quiet forever (rather like before you were born).

Why not: It hurts those who remain. You may fuck it up and end up in more misery till the end of your natural life. Some supernatural power may disapprove of your choice.

***Let it be known that I am by no means suicidal or having thoughts of suicide***

Yes.

I don't know who you are, Mr. Mr. Bison wannabe, but I'm sick of your shit threads already.

LET THIS THREAD CONTINUE AS A ROLL CALL!

Don't kill yourself during rush-hour.

Thank you.

nou +2

OP should an hero

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Originally posted by shaw I don't know who you are, Mr. Mr. Bison wannabe, but I'm sick of your shit threads already.

If you don't like my threads...don't read them

OH SNAP!

oh.. and this.

That's how I always envisioned JastiC

Re: Suicide

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Originally posted by twentypercent Why or why not? Discuss. I'll start Why: to put an end to it all. All the good, all the bad, everything. It is possible that a long dreamless sleep begins that never ends. Peace and quiet forever (rather like before you were born). Why not: It hurts those who remain. You may fuck it up and end up in more misery till the end of your natural life. Some supernatural power may disapprove of your choice. ***Let it be known that I am by no means suicidal or having thoughts of suicide***

Interesting thought. Accidental death (i.e., getting hit by a beer truck) or death by natural causes (i.e., heart attack) or death by act of God (i.e. getting hit by a lightning bolt) or death by an assailant (i.e. gunshot wound to the head during a robbery) would be a more acceptable fate and loss for your family and survivors to deal with the rest of their lives (not yours) even though the end result would be the same. Any cause of death outside of suicide is an acceptable societal norm.

[[[smoke]]]

Oh What the FUCK. Smokefake.

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Originally posted by Joss Weatherby Oh What the FUCK. Smokefake.

Thank you for being so uncivil. I reckon you can't carry on an intellectual discussion without blatantly insulting posters instead of posting something worthwhile.

Would you call someone a N*gger as well?

[[[smoke]]]

maybe next month.

i don't have an exit strategy yet but its on the table for the future. it must be hot though.

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Originally posted by nefardec i don't have an exit strategy yet but its on the table for the future. it must be hot though.

it's important to have an exit plan...
i'm thinkin...spend a fuck ton of cash on a golden bathtub. super hot bath, hundreds of candles in an empty room, tub in middle. drink a full bottle of opus one laced with some tasteless poison. listen to something fantastic. die happy

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Originally posted by twentypercent ***Let it be known that I am by no means suicidal or having thoughts of suicide***

pretty disappointing end given your OP showed so much promise.

Re: Re: Suicide

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Originally posted by smokeu Interesting thought. Accidental death (i.e., getting hit by a beer truck) or death by natural causes (i.e., heart attack) or death by act of God (i.e. getting hit by a lightning bolt) or death by an assailant (i.e. gunshot wound to the head during a robbery) would be a more acceptable fate and loss for your family and survivors to deal with the rest of their lives (not yours) even though the end result would be the same. Any cause of death outside of suicide is an acceptable societal norm.

i think it has more to do with the sadness that a family would feel over their failure to prevent the suicidal individual's death

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Originally posted by Vivid Boy LET THIS THREAD CONTINUE AS A TROLL CALL!

fixed.

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My name is Sarah. I'm 32 and I live in Los Angeles. Since I was a small child, I have wanted to die. But here I am. I keep two bottles labeled "Poison" on the shelf next to my bed. They are filled with an alcohol extract of several pounds of macerated immature Conium maculatum seed pods, the part of the plant that is highest in toxic alkaloids. I feel much better having it there. My hope is that someday I'll get drunk and upset and drink it down without even thinking about it. I think it will work; my only worry is a couple of papers that point to extreme pain while dying and possible kidney problems if one survives. (Also, the stuff smells like the Grim Reaper's boiled turd smeared on a rat with gangrene.) Still, here I am. A few years ago, I wanted to die all the time, every minute. I suffered intensely, and the main project of my life was to get through time. I researched suicide methods, made repeated attempts, but always failed, and was left with the conviction that suicide is extremely difficult without barbiturates, which I could not (and remain unable to) get. At some point, I changed my focus from trying to end my life to trying to make what years I am forced to endure less miserable. In the language of illness, I put myself in hospice and gave myself palliative care. I tried many therapies, including a six-month attempt at alcoholism. Many of my experimental palliative care therapies (including this) failed, but a few were extremely successful at making me not suffer all the time. I stopped trying to be in monogamous relationships. I take a couple of prescription SSRIs. I exercise in a rather extreme fashion. I see a therapist. I smoke marijuana and have riotous group sex with my boyfriends and girlfriends. I go to lectures and watch experimental animation at the independent movie theater. I write essays on my couch with my books all around me and Shehnai music playing. I suspect that I have more fun that most people in the world. Life remains an irritation, but for me, it is not the constant grind of pain and humiliation that it must be for millions of people. In many ways, my very suicidality makes life more pleasant for me, since I utterly lack the fear of death and all the cringing urgency that fear engenders.

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Life is quite unbearable, for a human, without the "risk and adventure" of a story-bound life. What we are looking for when we look for the "meaning of life" is the greater story. The unfortunate truth, suggested by science and vehemently denied by religion, is that there is no greater story. We may make up stories and allow them to shape our perceptions, but ultimately there is no story. We are all living in the epilogue of reality, or rather worse, because there never was a story. For many of us, our personal stories have run out - and it's extremely difficult to push oneself into a new story once you see that all stories are vanity. It is like the difficulty of staying in a dream once one realizes one is dreaming.

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Drug use is a tacit admission of a forbidden truth. For most people happiness is beyond reach. Fulfillment is found not in daily life but escaping from it. Since happiness is unavailable, the mass of mankind seeks pleasure. Religious cultures could admit that earthly life was hard, for they promised another in which all tears would be wiped away. Their humanist successors affirm something still more incredible � that in future, even the near future, everyone can be happy. Socieities founded on a faith in progress cannot admit the normal unhappiness of human life. As a result, they are bound to wage war on those who seek an artificial happiness in drugs.

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The optimist fixes the exchange rate between joy and woe, thereby determining the value of life. The pessimist, who refuses the principle of exchange and the injunction to keep investing in the future no matter how worthless life's currency in the present, is stigmatized as an unreliable investor.

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Living outside of any story - living without hope for the future, without the belief that one is part of a narrative - is confusing. It's hard to get anything done when nothing has a point. For any not-immediately-pleasurable action (or inaction) I contemplate - getting up in the morning, vacuuming, answering the phone, spending an entire day sober - there is no readily-available answer to the ever-present question in my mind, "why?" At least, there is no long-term "why." Do I wish I were in a story again? Ultimately, no. Even if it were possible to imagine myself as a character in some narrative about to unfold, I don't really want to. This would be sacrificing truth for comfort - and questionable comfort at that.

It's a valid out for people wishing to take it. But it's sad that some people are clinically depressed to that point.

Nothing pisses me off like hearing about a messy one though. Bridge/roof jumpers, subway smackers, head popping trigger pullers, they're all piles of shit. If you choose to leave the world at least do it cleanly so some poor sucker doesn't have to clean up your problem or get home late to their family cause you were a douche and delayed their commute from work.

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