My last thread brings up the question...

[Starbucks Union Thug HokeyPuck]

WTF am I obligated to?   Before my now divorced parents decided to spawn me.. Was I given a choice?   Maybe I would've said no. Maybe I would've said wait for some better sperm?  Oh, but I should be constantly grateful to be "blessed" (lol, u stupid religiouses) with life, right? 

Why does it seem no one realizes how dumb this is beyond me? 

[Okay, maybe Mike Johnson is a competent parliamentarian.]

It isn't that nobody else has those thoughts and feelings--you're far from alone in them, believe me. It's just that if you're not willing to commit suicide you really don't have any other options. Certain existence being preferable to possible nonexistence, even if only on a 'devil you know' sort of basis, is the sort of thing that most people feel intuitively enough to countervail these sorts of worries in everyday life.

Make do with what you have, HockeyDude. I'm not being at all snide or unfriendly in advising that, even though I realize I've been snide and unfriendly to you in the past, even the very recent past.

[Starbucks Union Thug HokeyPuck]

When did I mention suicide?!

[The world will shine with light in our nightmare]

Did something happen?

[Starbucks Union Thug HokeyPuck]

Did something happen?

No, this is all an extension of myself making sense of my mindset.

[The world will shine with light in our nightmare]

Did something happen?

No, this is all an extension of myself making sense of my mindset.

You have made two, very obscure, random threads that clearly have an element of rage to them.  I highly doubt you decided to just go on here and drop one-line rants out of boredom or whatever.

Please talk to someone about what ever is wrong.  I don't care who it is, but I like to consider you a friend of mine here and your threads are legitimately worrying me.

[Okay, maybe Mike Johnson is a competent parliamentarian.]

When did I mention suicide?!

...you didn't. I did, because, again, it's the thing that unless you're willing to contemplate, you really have no choice but to make the best of being alive.