Thanks GG.
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Originally Posted by ngdawg
A)With the exception of debilitating disease, misery is temporary, even the blackest of it. Yes, it's real but only someone who really believes no one else's suffering is as bad or that it's hopeless takes the short road out and to me that is selfish. "No one knows what I'm going through" is self-centered and a cop-out.
B) Again, completely selfish. Not to mention infantile. The ultimate beg for attention except if the act is successful, the person doesn't get to relish the attention now given.
C) Now that's just silly.
Everyone has some kind of potential-even it's just the potential to piss off everyone else.
Do you have the talent to cure cancer? I said the boy had talent and from the news articles that followed, he had gobs of it. But because two assholes played some dumb prank on an already confused young man, he took the short road. No one ever heard about the other person involved-probably because he wasn't wallowing in some perceived misery culminating in a life-ending show of desperation.
Depression runs in my family along with green eyes and acne. From my grandmother to my mother to me and my sisters and now my daughter, we all experience it, but for whatever reason, unlike Grasshopper Green's family, we wallow, we seek help, we go on. It would be an interesting study to find out why inherited depression tendencies in one family culminate in suicide while the same thing doesn't in another, but it's kinda hard to interview the dead ones.
The Japanese used to (don't know that they still do) would commit Hari-Kari for really dumb reasons. If anything, wallowing in perceived misery outscores "disgracing" the family name.
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I've met only one single person impressed with my potential (graduated college at 21, even not taking my finals because of seizures). Unfortunately she was not a hiring manager.
I've sought help. I've been miserable since 17ish (26 now). Occasionally something good happens. Or there's an activity that I really enjoy doing, but all that passes in a small amount of time. I was raised so well that I never considered suicide until 22 (that's after 6 years of misery and depression.) At 23 or 24 I started seeking help and got it. Still miserable. That's almost decade of deep depression and misery. Sure its temporary? My uncle still hasn't come out of it (low 50s). And my other uncle is schizophrenic. Don't act like seeking out help is the answer. We all have and it hasn't helped much.
What does hari kari mean? I've always known it as Seppuku. They are dumb reasons only to you. Obviously they felt differently and they have the same brains as we do.