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I suppose it is possible, if you squint, to say that once or twice in my life I considered suicide, for values of “considered” that include me considering holding up a bank for some easy cash…

For values of “considered” that include actual planning or preparation, then no, can’t say I did.

I can’t remember the film, but the line went “waste of a perfectly good white girl”, and I’ve often thought that when you see the picture of some young dead chick who took the ultimate sulk way out, that doesn’t mean that I think for one moment that if I had had the opportunity to offer them a way out, specifically being my personal sex slave and domestic servant, they would have taken it.

They would still have topped themselves, and they would still have claimed that they had “no other option”

skweeze me, being my sex slave isn’t an option? you get three squares a day, hot water, electric light, enough warmth you don’t need much clothing… sure, it may rate extremely low on your ladder of life options, but *surely* it’s better than death?

Clearly, it isn’t, suicide is preferable, and if I am going to be honest about it, while I may mourn the loss of another perfectly good white girl or boy for a few moments, I could have put that to use, oh well, my remaining sentiment is you did the world a favour, shame you didn’t do it and music a bigger favour by killing Morrisey first…

There is, to me at least, clearly something broken inside people who top themselves, and I do not just mean hope or the will to live or any of that crap, I mean broken as in defective, kaput, let the magic smoke out, busted.

This is not to say that I have not seen people who are clearly embarking on that journey, much earlier along the timeline before they become a suicided corpse… the difference for them at that earlier point in time is that suicide is just one possible future option, the other one is living as an individual whose shit is all fucked up, and you talk like a fag…

What I find interesting is the fact that usually many people can see that they are embarking on that journey, but pay more heed to their own reluctance to do anything about it, no worries it’s just puberty or hormones or teen angst or some shit…  the kid in question eats and smiles and sleeps and shits and plays on the xbox, so clearly they are OK, because nobody ever did any of those things and *then* topped themselves the next day.

Derp…

Me, I just don’t get involved, the kid isn’t blameless, but on the other hand I can see why they’re suicidal given the people and circumstances they are surrounded by, I’d kill myself too, except I wouldn’t… nor would I “run away” like they do, because it is inevitably and frying pan > fire transition the way they do it, because invariably the way they do it isn’t to get away from or remedy a situation, it’s always to double down and raise the stakes.

So you start with a narrow window where you could do something, but too many other people will stop you, and accuse you of all sorts of heinous shit and motives for trying, and then you progress to the stage where you could do something, but the kid themselves will team up with everyone else to accuse you of all sorts of heinous shit and motives for trying, and then you progress to the stage where the shit hits the fan, and your role is the sacrificial blood feast for everyone who have now become vampires to feed off, before they all accuse you of all sorts of heinous shit and motives for trying.

Then the kid kills themselves.

Then the eulogies start, such an amazing and beautiful person, heaven has another angel, cannot understand what happened or why, but they were my very dearest and closest bestest friend / son / daughter / brother / sister / pupil / whatever.

And then they see the “WTF??” look on your face, and accuse you of all sorts of heinous shit and motives for disrespecting the memory of the dear departed and disrespecting their terrible sadness and loss.

Off the top of my head I have known at least a dozen kids who have killed themselves, invariably at some point the blame is put on drink or drugs, legal or illegal, the inference being that without the evil influence of these things, the dead kid would still be alive, maybe fucked up and in need of help, but still alive with a potential for future and hope.

I’ve never actually seen a case where this was true, my observations are that without the drink or drugs or whatever, they’d have done it a lot sooner, the drink and drugs usually delay the end quite considerably.

If they delay it long enough, the people around them usually start to wish the problematic bastards *would* do everyone else a favour and OD, because they really are a pain in the ass now, what with the po-po calling every day and so on.

Waste of a perfectly good white girl is just shorthand for a long and detailed diatribe about senseless waste and the disease of the soul and society and family.

Looks like society as a whole is going the same way, the USSA with the new 716 billion annual *official* MIC budget expansion reeks of nothing quite so much as the USSA trying to recreate the fall of Rome livestreamed on social meedja..

It’s suicide, and the parallels to some kid going down that path are the same, anything less than a huge fucking air gap and you run serious risk of being accused by everyone of all sorts of heinous shit and motives for your involvement…