Your proprensity to be rational and sensible is quite infuriating at times, ya know. Not that I'd want it any other way. I'm pretty sure I've done that myself at times. But it takes a lot to spur me to it.
I like Furturama.
And you are right. The wish for death usually comes from wanting life to be better. And people tend to end it when they lose the hope that that is possible, or they are just too tired to deal anymore.
And it can be simpler. Yah, you're dead, but you don't have to deal. Problem fixed, though in the most extreme, and unalterable fashion.
I wrote a short story based on a boy who killed himself here in my homeland, and the speaker wondered if he regretted the decision once he had pulled the trigger. She wondered if he had time between the bullet going into his brain and death to be sorry he'd done it. She hoped not, because that would really suck. Better to die being glad you made the decision, than to change your mind when it was too late. The last peace that he hoped to find, would be shattered, and after a sad life, she hoped that he at least he had that. And, of course, she felt the sorrow and a bit of guilt at not being there in that hour for him, and that no one had been, who was able to reach him.
Ouch. Sorry. I had meant to make light, and I've gone all serious. |
