A typical weekend for me. Roommate got put into the drunk tank, guy I took home ran out naked and accused me of sexual assault -- didn't know that till the detectives showed up.
But today I was at my sisters place and I got a phone call from Japan. Japan doesn't usually phone on the weekend (though they do call in the middle of the night) and so I figured it was a friend, and it was, beautiful Shin-dog.
After some jovial banter he informed me that a common friend had committed suicide.
Many people on this board have met him, though they may not remember him specifically.
He was so beautiful, and so bright, and had the entire world ahead of him. He studied finance, with accolades.
His persona was gentle, and illuminating, and I do have to say I sort of crushed on him, though I recognized he was too young for me. He was open and out and seemed balanced.
My own problems aside, I guess I can't ever understand why someone, anyone, would choose to solve a problem in this way.
I know a lot of people, perhaps including myself, who are struggling in life in many magnitudes of order more difficultly, yet they persist, and do not choose such an end. Well clearly I just don't understand the grief they feel.
He was such a kind and gentle man. I don't even want to start thinking what his parents are going through.
Jeff
PS: I'd just like to add, if anyone is reading this and feeling like they need to end their life, there are lots of options available and please get help.
But today I was at my sisters place and I got a phone call from Japan. Japan doesn't usually phone on the weekend (though they do call in the middle of the night) and so I figured it was a friend, and it was, beautiful Shin-dog.
After some jovial banter he informed me that a common friend had committed suicide.
Many people on this board have met him, though they may not remember him specifically.
He was so beautiful, and so bright, and had the entire world ahead of him. He studied finance, with accolades.
His persona was gentle, and illuminating, and I do have to say I sort of crushed on him, though I recognized he was too young for me. He was open and out and seemed balanced.
My own problems aside, I guess I can't ever understand why someone, anyone, would choose to solve a problem in this way.
I know a lot of people, perhaps including myself, who are struggling in life in many magnitudes of order more difficultly, yet they persist, and do not choose such an end. Well clearly I just don't understand the grief they feel.
He was such a kind and gentle man. I don't even want to start thinking what his parents are going through.
Jeff
PS: I'd just like to add, if anyone is reading this and feeling like they need to end their life, there are lots of options available and please get help.
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