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unoriginal
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- Apr 28, 2018
- 24
After chickening out today almost at the last minute (I even started on the anti-emetic regimen) a horrowing thought occured to me: What if it's too late for me to commit suicide?
We all know that the statistics say that most people who commit suicide are either in their late teens-early twenties or around the retirement age (50-60s). There has to be a reason for that, right? To my mind, early twenties is one of the harshest period in anyone's life - you have to face up to the realities of life on your own for the first time, learning how to keep yourself fed, clothed, entertained, realizing that your preconception about adult life were completely off base and coming to term with the fact that some (or most) of your dreams will never come true. It's no small business. It makes sense that some people just aren't up to this extremely daunting task in one way or another.
But if you manage to power through this period and learn to lower your standards, abandon dreams, temper your expectations, in other words, if you become adjusted (deformed or Stockholm syndrome'd by life, depending on how you look at it) to stinky realities of life, then the odds are that you're not going to kill yourself in the nearest future.
So, what scares me is the possibility that I (being 23) missed that point in my life where the pain from realizing how the world actually is was at its most intense, where I was ready to throw it all away just to avoid having to compromise, moderate my ambitions and expectations, where suicide seemed like a truly desirable solution I made voluntarily, not just something I was cornered into.
I'm scared that I don't strive for a meaningful high-paying occupation anymore - I'd settle for something that just keeps me alive and pays for wi-fi, I'm scared that I don't dream of finding a platonic-soulmate type of friend anymore - I'd settle for someone to discuss shitty tv-shows and gossip with, I'm scared that I don't long for a special one-in-a-million romantic realtionship - I'm ready to shack up with pretty much anyone just to stave off loneliness, I'm scared that I seriously contemplate postponing ctb just to try a couple new pastries and gobble up a few more chocolate bars.
I'm scared that I've been normalized, turned into a petty philistine and robbed of the ideals and convicntions that were the core of my being for most of my life. I'm scared that I've lost myself and there's no way out.
I wish I'd done it the first time the thought of suicide occured to me.
We all know that the statistics say that most people who commit suicide are either in their late teens-early twenties or around the retirement age (50-60s). There has to be a reason for that, right? To my mind, early twenties is one of the harshest period in anyone's life - you have to face up to the realities of life on your own for the first time, learning how to keep yourself fed, clothed, entertained, realizing that your preconception about adult life were completely off base and coming to term with the fact that some (or most) of your dreams will never come true. It's no small business. It makes sense that some people just aren't up to this extremely daunting task in one way or another.
But if you manage to power through this period and learn to lower your standards, abandon dreams, temper your expectations, in other words, if you become adjusted (deformed or Stockholm syndrome'd by life, depending on how you look at it) to stinky realities of life, then the odds are that you're not going to kill yourself in the nearest future.
So, what scares me is the possibility that I (being 23) missed that point in my life where the pain from realizing how the world actually is was at its most intense, where I was ready to throw it all away just to avoid having to compromise, moderate my ambitions and expectations, where suicide seemed like a truly desirable solution I made voluntarily, not just something I was cornered into.
I'm scared that I don't strive for a meaningful high-paying occupation anymore - I'd settle for something that just keeps me alive and pays for wi-fi, I'm scared that I don't dream of finding a platonic-soulmate type of friend anymore - I'd settle for someone to discuss shitty tv-shows and gossip with, I'm scared that I don't long for a special one-in-a-million romantic realtionship - I'm ready to shack up with pretty much anyone just to stave off loneliness, I'm scared that I seriously contemplate postponing ctb just to try a couple new pastries and gobble up a few more chocolate bars.
I'm scared that I've been normalized, turned into a petty philistine and robbed of the ideals and convicntions that were the core of my being for most of my life. I'm scared that I've lost myself and there's no way out.
I wish I'd done it the first time the thought of suicide occured to me.