I suppose this is the place for a thread like this.
Let me begin by throwing out there a HUGE WTF. A few hours ago my mothers cousin, my 2nd cousin, was found with a bullet hole in his head. He was unmarried, in his sixties, both parents had passed away and he was retired with more than enough money having been an weapons system engineer all his life. Alas he was depressed. Tell how life can be so depressing that your willing to take your own? I can't comprehend. I can't understand the why, you have food on the table a roof over your head, friends and family all to resort to. Even if friends and family were amiss, just having food shelter and water at all times, is many times better than what the vast majority of humanity has gone through sine we first walked the Earth, 5k years ago...
It makes me think, if I ever got that damned depressed, depressed to the point that I'd shoot myself, I'd go balls out into the setting sun. Steal a car, travel in a barrel over niagara. Maybe hijack a yacht, load it with cannons and rape and pillage the Caribbean, I'd go out on a bang, a bang beyond the sound of the gun shot anyhow.
Maybe this is just me blabbering because the information is kind of a shock. He was apart of my family, always saw him on holidays although we were never extremely close, it's obviously close enough to hit home. So... how is depression can be such a potent weapon?




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