crazy_about_denise
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Most people are cowards.
Most people are selfish.
There you go.
Most people are selfish.
There you go.
An insane person can have reasons for doing something but that doesn't make it rational.
My roommate took her own life recently. If I had just one more second with her, I would punch her in the face.
Over the summer, my best friend, my roommate, gave in. It became too much for her. She hung herself in her bedroom.
While this sounds completely and unforgivably fucked up, it was the absolute meanest, most selfishly asshole thing that anybody has ever done to me. To me, to her mother, to her sister, her Godson, her boyfriend, her friends, and her entire family. To her dog. She left herself hanging there, tragically dramatic, to be found, and that sight is not something you can un-see. I’ve been so unbelievably angry at her recently, I need to get this off my chest.
It was pretty meticulously planned out. She had cleaned her room, wore a nice outfit, wiped her iPod, even changed her profile picture on Facebook. All of this planning went into her suicide, all of this thought.
She had been in trouble for a long time. Suicide was something that was almost constantly on her mind for years. She was also beautiful, a talented writer, a fantastic tennis player, the best friend that I’ve ever had. A sweet girl, a little derpy, who was socially awkward and had big dreams and a tiny bank account.
See the thing is, the person who kills themselves leaves all the real work to those they leave behind. She wasn’t thinking about who would have to clean up after her. The police officers and EMTs who were horror struck, people who have taken pledges to serve, protect, heal. People who serve their communities and neighbors, trying to keep the city clean and safe and healthy, instead being called in to cut down a 22 year old hanging from her hammock. Human beings who don’t know what to say, can’t even look at the people who called 911. Who have to take pictures of it, by law. I know that police officers are supposed to be badass, used to trouble in all forms, but I have never seen that kind of absolute horror on someone’s face before.
She planned out her outfit, but not what would happen to all of her clothes. She didn’t think about where her dirty laundry would go. Who would pack her stuff up, how long it would take them, how unbelievably nightmarish that particular process would be for us. What do we do with her toothbrush? Her favorite shoes, all worn out and dirty, by the door? All of her belongings, 22 years worth, dresses and books and shampoo, packed in boxes and sitting in the living room of her mother’s tiny apartment. A literal mountain of grief.
She didn’t think about who would have to call her mother. She didn’t think about how completely impossible it is to bring up “oh, by the way, your daughter is dead” into a conversation. She didn’t think it would take three days for her mother to find out. She didn’t have any idea how expensive funerals are, how it would wipe out everything her immigrant family has broken their backs struggling and saving for decades. How many details go into planning them. The impossible situation of trying to plan a wake, funeral, and burial when your world has literally come to an end.
When you die, you don’t disappear. It’s not actually the end. When you die, someone has to find your dead body. Somebody has to get you to a hospital. Somebody needs to fill out your paperwork, find you a funeral home, get in contact with everybody you know. Somebody needs to find you something to wear. Somebody needs to plan your makeup. Somebody needs to pick you out a coffin. Make sure you get in that coffin. Hire a car equipped to drive that coffin around. Find you a grave. Get everybody you knew into a cohesive, informed organization. Make sure that your mother didn’t succeed in following you. Figure out where the fucking world you buy tombstones from. It’s all the work of planning a Super Sweet 16 at a moment’s notice except your heart has physically been ripped out of your chest and all your guts are leaking out everywhere.
When you die, people who loved you have to look at your dead body. If you die in an exceptionally sensational way, such as suicide by hanging, this causes extra gut-leaking.
When you die, your roommates have to live out your lease, or uproot their lives to get the fuck out of there. When you die, your Godkids still have birthdays. When you die, your mom still tries to call you on Sunday afternoons.
I almost would have preferred that she had been murdered. It would be possible to accept her death as a murder. There were ways she could have made it look like an accident.
I sound like the most selfish fucked up excuse for a human being, I know. It’s been a few months, and I have gone from previously inconceivable terror and grief to absolute fury. Of all the things that I have ever experienced, I feel like this might actually kill me. I am so angry and pissed off because I feel like there was absolutely no purpose behind this. Intellectually, I know that she was sick, but personally, I know that she didn’t have to die. There is always somewhere to go. There is always another course of action. All those issues that loomed so large before she died were temporary situations. Time goes on no matter what, and nothing lasts forever. She could have gone home to Peru, to her mother’s house, she could have joined a fricken convent or even just taken off like a gypsy. She could have joined one of those silent meditation shaved head type deals. She could have pulled some ‘Into the Wild’ type shit. She did not have to die.
Of course, there is another explanation. Maybe she WAS thinking about us. Thinking about this is what fuels my fury, it’s the only way that the nameless, paralyzing, nauseating feeling can manifest in my consciousness. She knew we would find her. She knew we would have to clean up after her, call her mother, look at her lying there on that steel table in the basement of the hospital with a giant ridge in her neck and her tongue split in half. She needed us to know that it was our fault. She needed us to know just how badly we had failed her. She was so angry with us, this was the only thing she could do to demonstrate the depths of her disappointment in the people, the society, she thought we were. She needed to show the world how it had betrayed her. She wanted to punish her family. She wanted us to suffer.
And you know what? We really, really are.
Anyway, that's my dirty little rant to the internet.
Rest in Peace, Chickadee.
EDIT: This is my r/offmychest, meaning it is something that I needed to get off my chest. It is not, and never claimed to be, a complete, in depth, point by point detailing of my roommates death, or our relationship. It's just how I feel. Stage 2 of Grief, I believe.
EDIT 2: After punching her, I would grab her, smush her into my bosom, and never never ever let her go.
It makes people angry because the sheer amount of ignorance is staggering. How can an act of taking a life be selfish unless you're stipulating that one has a) an obligation to live and b) has to live for everyone but themselves and c) has to somehow ignore their depression or mental torture in order to please everyone else in their life.
For me, the question is more, 'can you ever respect the act of killing someone, even if it's suicide?'. If someone kills another person, there is more to judge about that act than the part about having taken someone's life against their will. There's also the thought that the person committed lethal aggression. It's a monstrous low in the eyes of many. Is there a difference in doing that to yourself? I'm not really sure.
I do agree that the 'cowardly/selfish' thing is a poor thing to say, though.
You are right OP, but it looks like some people took your post and ran away with it saying that suicide is rational or sometimes the right thing to do. IMO it's never rational or the right thing to do.
Depression is not a terminal disease of the mind. It doesn't last a lifetime, although 15 years can seem like a lifetime, it goes and it gets better.
There is depression, and schizophrenia, and PTSD, and cancer, and Alzheimer's, and etc.So you think it is ok then to pass your agony and despair to someone else? People just don't feel a little pain or loss either, and you're not PLEASING people by not committing suicide. And people don't want others to not commit suicide because they want them to be in agony either. That's all angst bullshit. Depression is not a terminal disease of the mind. It doesn't last a lifetime, although 15 years can seem like a lifetime, it goes and it gets better.
You are right OP, but it looks like some people took your post and ran away with it saying that suicide is rational or sometimes the right thing to do. IMO it's never rational or the right thing to do.
For me, the question is more, 'can you ever respect the act of killing someone, even if it's suicide?'. If someone kills another person, there is more to judge about that act than the part about having taken someone's life against their will. There's also the thought that the person committed lethal aggression. It's a monstrous low in the eyes of many. Is there a difference in doing that to yourself? I'm not really sure.
I do agree that the 'cowardly/selfish' thing is a poor thing to say, though.
Making blanket statements is stupid.
Nope, I've been there, picked my place (Ben Franklin bridge in Philly because the 7 story parking lot had a lot of grass and I didn't want to fail spectacularly) but I think it was selfish of me. I was depressed for at least 2 years. It was also very temporary.Those who think it's selfish are generally those who havent been there themselves. The level of suffering one has to get to to consider taking their own life is beyond comprehension. To those who 'don't understand' why someone would commit suicide...its because you don't realize the spectrum of human emotion goes way, way lower than you've personally experienced.
Suicide is giving up, in a way. But it's not cowardly. It's what someone turns to when they are in such an unliveable amount of pain that there seems to be literally no other way out.
Think about it for a second. Think about how much pain, mental or physical, you would have to be in to get there. It boggles the mind.
Too many people don't take the time to realize that their emotional spectrum is not universal.
I live a very selfish life and I'm not ashamed of it. The word selfish seem to set people off though :/It's inherently selfish I think, but I don't think there's anything wrong with that necessarily.
This blanket statement is awesome.
I don't think a healthy, regular thinking person can desire death.Irrational thought to me just sounds (and perhaps im completely mistaken by this) like something a regular thinking person couldnt even consider.
Despite us all having brains, most people don't appear to use them well. They seem unaware that it is a physical object that controls us and can be damaged.Here's what annoys me.
A dude's walking around with a bullet in his spine or something that causes physical agony every time he moves, people at least sympathize and understand why he might want to just go ahead and end it.
But someone's walking around in mental and emotional agony most of the time because their brain doesn't work right, no sympathy. Because apparently that kind of pain doesn't "count".
it is selfish for someone who has a family because they got a careless attitude about how much pain it can bring them
not everyone lives in individual bubbles some people are mad tight with eachother like families
is thinking of myself before others selfish?
I think that's one of the basis here
Is there a difference in me storking my dick and me stroking your dick?
What a ridiculous (religious?) moral stance to take.
Of course there's a difference between murder and suicide. One, you're violating another's freedom without their consent. The other is your own life and you can do with it as you please.
How on earth is there not a gigantic distinction between the two?
Only according to the dictionary.
Here's what annoys me.
A dude's walking around with a bullet in his spine or something that causes physical agony every time he moves, people at least sympathize and understand why he might want to just go ahead and end it.
But someone's walking around in mental and emotional agony most of the time because their brain doesn't work right, no sympathy. Because apparently that kind of pain doesn't "count".
The ridiculous part is this false equivalency you've made.
Did you read half of my post? I'm talking about other than personal rights. But yeah, we judge and disallow people acts of aggression that are non-lethal, too, including against themselves.
Despite us all having brains, most people don't appear to use them well. They seem unaware that it is a physical object that controls us and can be damaged.
Someone's having heart attacks, and ant1532's all like "dude just stop having heart attacks. Your arteries will fix themselves over time. It gets better."
You diagnosed what is wrong with people and decided they'll get over it in time.yeah that's what i said.
is thinking of myself before others selfish?
I think that's one of the basis here
Or what if someone just wants to die.
Not that simple at all.
I guess "suicide is selfish" makes perfect sense from a semantic point of view.
Too bad grammar doesn't make the world go around.
Still, suicide is way too closely related to mental illness. To the point where it's not very responsible to treat is as "yeah, it's their right, let people kill themselves".man this is the other thing, more related to the first post I made here
everyone's entitled to die whenever they fuck they want! it's their life.
It's the only thing that is 100% your and you have complete control over. This idea of being obligated to exist no matter what situation you're in is a fucked up way of thinking.
Still, suicide is way too closely related to mental illness. To the point where it's not very responsible to treat is as "yeah, it's their right, let people kill themselves".
Still, suicide is way too closely related to mental illness. To the point where it's not very responsible to treat is as "yeah, it's their right, let people kill themselves".
Still, suicide is way too closely related to mental illness. To the point where it's not very responsible to treat is as "yeah, it's their right, let people kill themselves".
Non-lethal acts of aggression against others still violate freedoms. Against oneself they do not. The point remains... What gives you the right to judge or even restrict someone's actions if it does not violate another's freedom?
Still, suicide is way too closely related to mental illness. To the point where it's not very responsible to treat is as "yeah, it's their right, let people kill themselves".
Its 4pm, but okay. If Plywood demands Plywood shall receive.
I've never thought of it in that way before actually.
Thing is, the "taking someone's life against their will" is really the most monstrous thing about killing, but even that is dependant on whether or not the individual killed is "innocent" or not.
A terrorist's or murderer's death is probably celebrated by many, and no thought is given to the lethal aggression or the life taken against their will.
Though, they switch that back on when an innocent is killing himself you reckon?
Perhaps, perhaps. It's a view I can understand, but it's not one I agree with.
Fuck right off.
I agree with this. We should be trying to help people get treatment and find worth in life again.
It's not judging in my opinion - but trying to help people and prevent suicide should always be a priority in my opinion. Suicide prevention works, counseling works, happy people don't decide to kill themselves nearly as much as depressed people, right? It's most definitely not a matter of "hey, it's his/her decision! let's respect it!".Im just more on the way of thinking that it's impossible to be in someone else's head. No matter what I cannot know what other people are going through. So: it's their thing. I cannot judge from a place as if I knew anything. It's absolutely their right as far as im concerned.
It's not judging in my opinion - but trying to help people and prevent suicide should always be a priority in my opinion. Suicide prevention works, counseling works, happy people don't decide to kill themselves nearly as much as depressed people, right? It's most definitely not a matter of "hey, it's his/her decision! let's respect it!".