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To: epicure who wrote (55246)	8/27/2000 1:10:43 PM
From: Gauguin	Respond to of 71178

That's the Stephen Hawking Role Model you exhibit there. (Let's say. I mean, I I I said that.) >>>every time I've wished to be dead what I REALLY wanted was for LIFE to be BETTER.<<< That's very wise. Obviously good for survival, too, that you realize it. But in the as-yet-unnamed Model, before us on table B, there is a set of people whose death-wish is outside of whether or not life is better. Like water and glue don't mix. Or something. Yah ~ probably something else, for the name there. Metaphoric. ? Uhm ~ as I said, un-named. "PooP on Life" Model. "It's A Sham Poo" Model. (courtesy Justin, there.) I think, believe it or not, heh heh, Freud had extensive experience with "this group." And wrote about it. They are NOT LIKE other people. Not that other people aren't DRAMATIC too. Uh. Jeez.

To: epicure who wrote (55246)	8/27/2000 1:19:59 PM
From: Mac Con Ulaidh	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

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.