That’s a kind sentiment, bish, but when you’re suicidal it’s not as easy as shaking yourself out of it…

I mean, if you read these comments, these are tangible sources of deep and profound despair, not just people feeling sorry for themselves.

I know. But I really don’t want any of my Jerry friends doing themselves in. I’d miss you guys.

Suicide is for me a non-choice, no matter how bad it gets. Ignoring the metaphysical ramifications, the thought that I’d be deserting my kids is what keeps me going. Sure they would be better off financially, but in the long run, my being here is better then them being rich.

That said, how many jerries fit into the demographic this article focuses on? I don’t think it’s that many.

I wouldn’t kill myself.  I mean even though my sister is obligated to take care of my cats when I die, still...I don’t think she’s up for handling Edwardson’s special needs.

But if you think about it, unless it was Spazmo since we hear about every time he takes a dump, how would you know if one of us killed ourselves?  The interwebz creates a false sense of intimacy that doesn’t really translate to real life.  Except for the few who have met in real life, we all log on here, shoot the shit, and then go our separate ways.

Again, I appreciate the sentiment, bish, not trying to be a bitch, but it’s kind of bs-y to think that the suicide of someone you only know online will impact you in a significant way.

Not my age group, but all the same…

I have a friend who’s always talking about killing herself. I want to say, “Shit or get off the pot.” Which is not to say that I want her to off herself, just that I am sick of hearing about it.

Not that I have never thought of it myself. After 9/11, I thought about it obsessively. Hence, the “talking doctor,” and subsequent medication.

I’ll add that now it doesn’t occur to me. And I wasn’t really in any danger then of acting on the impulse, I don’t think.

Trust me, I don’t for a second believe it would impact my day to day life, but I do recognize that I enjoy the communication with people on FJ and other sites and if someone stopped commenting for whatever reason, I’d miss that interaction. For example, there are people that used to comment here that have stopped, and while in the grand scheme of things we keep on movin on, I do miss their contributions.

And don’t worry, this isn’t going to make me think you’re bitchy.

To tell the truth, lately I’ve been unbearably happy. Not exactly optimistic, but enthusiastic for no reason at all. My job is ain’t that great, the business is shaky, competitors are folding daily. My 401-k is a 401-iou. But I really don’t care. I am beginning to think it is the green tea & honey I drink every morning before bedtime.

Me, too, gs.

I blame it on the White Sox winning the Division! HA!

Actually, I think I’m so happy this week because I was so miserable last week with a bad back on a vacation week.

Plus, working out every day this week (worked out twice on 2 days.

Plus, the Indy movie.

how would you know if one of us killed ourselves?

I’d come back to haunt FatJerry.

It is always consoling to think of suicide: in that way one gets through many a bad night.

Friedrich Nietzsche