There are numerous reasons why I enjoy conversing with my mate Sooba so much but the main reason has to be the topics that we discuss. I think over the months that we’ve been talking we’ve covered quite a range of issues from current world affairs, Freudian behaviour and even hentai trends and relationship issues. Mostly, our little chats are controversial enough for me to NOT reprint it here.
But yesterday, he broached a very peculiar subject. He asked me, “Jasz, do you know any suicidal people? I mean, have you ever come across or interacted with people like that? I actually want to know how they eventually got out of it, whichever way that was.”
Well, I do have a story - a friend of long ago lived a relatively sad life of self abuse and depression and after shacking up with a very married partner my friend ultimately caused the destruction of partner’s relationship and offspring estrangement. After the death of said partner to cancer several unhappy years later, my friend ended it all at the end of a gun barrel.
After a lot of cringing, Sooba eventually ‘fessed up on why he broached the subject. He has an acquaintance that’s relatively suicidal – pushing 30, still living at home with his folks, can’t earn much, no social life, no romantic partner, no achievements and he thinks he’s an all round failure; therefore he frequently entertains morbid thoughts like these.
Sooba, being the very nice person that he is, tried to downplay So Called Suicidal Boy’s (henceforth referred to as SCSB) uh, problem by commenting that “it’s a competitive world”. I however have no such sympathy.
I said that sometimes a lot of these So Called Suicidal People (SCSP) are self destructive – they fear the release of their “issues”, preferring to use it as a crutch unto which they heap all their anger and ‘suffering’ upon. I believe that they, at some level (whether conscious or subconscious) CHOOSE to be the way they are – fearing happiness and not wanting to make a difference in their lives when they have the power to do so.
My mate agreed with me. He said, “It is not like these people listen to advice anyway. They turn away friends, they choose to remain difficult, they choose not to change their opinions even when it is obvious that what they are doing is not the best option and they blame everyone and the whole world for their problems.”
My point exactly. I firmly believe that it is the fear of letting go and being happy that is truly the problem.
In the immortal words of Jedi Master Yoda:
Fear Leads To Anger,
Anger Leads To Hate,
Hate Leads to Suffering.
And THAT ladies & gentlemen, is the true path of the Dark Side.
Some of you will think I’m too harsh and uncaring. C’mon! It’s not like SCSB and the rest of these SCSP have any REAL issues to be depressed about. No debt; no need to support children or invalid family members; no health problems; not living in a war torn country; not suffering from famine; not being abused with no education, no money and no way out; not dying from a terminal illness etc.
Give ME a break. No social life? Not much spending money? No achievements to speak of? How shallow can you effing get? These are all tangible things that you can change about yourself and your station. Get a 2nd job, change to a better paying job, join a social group, take lessons, volunteer at a charity event or organization, go back to school, whatever it takes! It’s not like SCSB and the other SCSP are 15 and pregnant and forced to wander the streets homeless and starving and freezing to death in the cold.
These self indulgent bastards!!!
You want suffering? Talk to the women who are forced to prostitute themselves for a dollar a client so that their families won’t starve. They risk daily exposure to STIs and HIV and they have the grisly task of letting strange, disgusting, smelly men feel them up and have sex with them. For ONE DOLLAR!
What about the poor folk who were born with no limbs or had them blown off in landmines, or had them rotted off from disease? They drag their stumps of a body across the filthy streets everyday, scavenging for whatever crumbs they find and the odd coin, unable to pay for prosthetics or medical aid of any sort.
And the old folks who are the hardcore poor and living in cold climate countries? They have no families to care for them, no money to get shelter or clothing of any sort to keep warm in the cold, their governments have no social aid system, and these 70/80/90 year old people are forced to haul garbage and waste for a few cents per kg to scrap enough together for a meagre meal, maybe once every 2 days.
I can’t even continue. These are REAL problems, and I’ll even allow for clinically manic depressive and single parenthood to be valid problems. But SCSB and all the SCSP? Fuck them.
These self centred, whining, attention seeking arsewipes self bestow martyrdom upon themselves, demanding that the world owes them a living and an apology. They glamourise suicidal thoughts and inflict their negative behaviour upon well meaning friends. Oh boo hoo, I’m so wronged, no one cares, my life sucks, you should all feel sorry for me, I want to die.
So go crawl into a hole and die. Do us all a favour and wipe yourself off the gene pool. No wait. These weenies don’t even have the courage to do that! But they will however, happily (or sadly) ignore well wishing, positive encouragement to put them into perspective because it is things that they DON’T WANT TO HEAR. The turn a deaf ear, or worst get angry and tell you off for trying to care. They are young, healthy and able bodied, with family and friends, jobs and education opportunities yet they choose to sit in the darkness complaining about it instead of switching on the light.
No, they want everything given to them on a silver platter – easy life, upmarket lifestyle, friends who will pet and worship them, prefect relationships, whatever! Yet they don’t stop to think of how unreasonable and unrealistic they are! They demand much and have so many requirements but they never stop to look at themselves and reflect on what qualities and they have to offer (or bargain with) the other party.
Sigh. Lord, grant me the wisdom to accept things that I cannot change and the ability to change things that I cannot accept. Because Lord, if I pray for strength I will beat people to death.
