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Originally Posted by pylon
I disagree. This man had nobody left. He had two siblings that pretty much ignored him, and everyone else that meant anything to him was dead. I have thought about it in the past, and if I am still alone when my parents die, I will do the same thing he did. To be honest, the only reason I haven't already is because I don't want my parents to lose any more children, I have lived through the pain of losing someone to suicide and it sucks.
The only relationships I seem to have in my life anymore are professional ones, and the only reason anyone gives a flying anything about me is because I make them fist fulls of money. I don't really care if their feelings would be hurt for a day or two if I was gone. So I can get where this guy was coming from. Nobody wants to live in a world where they are alone, and un wanted by anyone. That is not necessarily depression. It is simply a cold hard look at reality. On a positive note, someone will get an awesome promotion out of the deal.
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WTF....or you could actually get out into the world and try to establish some meaningful relationships with people. You have a choice in how you want to approach life.
As for the sports writer I don't really see anything interesting or special about what he did. He basically threw away some potentially productive, healthy and joyful years for nothing. And he had to be an attention whore about it.
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A few weeks after crashing head-first into the boards (denting his helmet and being unable to move for a little while) following a hit from behind by Bob Errey, the Calgary Flames player explains:
"I was like Christ, lying on my back, with my arms outstretched, crucified"
-- Frank Musil - Early January 1994
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