Well, I’ve been feeling suicidal again, so I decided to go to http://www.deathclock.com to see when it was going to happen.
I’m a little disappointed to find out that I have 1,206,239,143 seconds left. Apparently, I’m not scheduled to off myself until Wednesday, March 23, 2039.
I hope that means my meds are going to start kicking in and I’ll feel better soon. Who knows, maybe I’ll even find my soulmate (even though I thought that had already happened), marry again, have healthy children, and live a long and happy life.
Then again, maybe I’ll lose my home, the rest of my friends, become penniless and homeless, and wander the streets of the world talking to myself for the next 39 years in abject misery.
Either way, I guess I won’t kill myself tonight because it’s obviously not the right time yet. I’ll have to check again tomorrow to see if there’s an update.
Sorry to hear you’re feelin’ down, pal. It does sound like you’ve managed to talk yourself into seeing what the new year brings. Lots of things can happen.
I made one doper promise not to kill herself until her team wins the Super Bowl. So she’s got at least a year and some months left. Plus a very special friend of hers is coming to visit soon.
** Celyn** - That’s weird. It’s given me a consistent date. Unless I choose the pessimistic or sadistic options, that is. For the normal mode, it uses the same tables that life insurance companies use.
Since I’m dying a long time before you (unless you choose to do it tonight–tonight’s booked for me. Or the Death Psychic was right and I live to 92.) you get only mild sympathy at the length of time you have to go.
Hmmmm, by your profile you say you are a mental patient, then act like we won’t believe you. Trust me, pal, you’re far from alone in THIS crowd. Weren’t you asked to list your prescriptions when you signed up? There is a prerequisite, you know.
Were I you, I’d consider going pleasantly insane like your pal from the hospital. Although BPDs are rarely as good at it as good old-fashioned schizos. Suicide is so OVERDONE.
You could take Chique up on her kind offer. You can’t really appreciate good weather without a baseline for comparison, and that baseline needs regular resetting to keep it from becoming a romantic memory. And you can’t beat a bleak, windswept, snow-covered landscape to really compliment a depressive episode.
Been thinkin man, sorry if my last post was rahter harsh
I used to know a guy who’d get really depressed around this time of year (infact i think i’ve replyed to a thread a lot like this alredy tonight…) Anyway, there’s just less sunlight around this time of year, simple and true. I dont know about you but i’m one of those “sunshine on my sholders make’s me happy” kinda hippy geeks who dispise this time of year.
But hell man, 6 months from now we could all be chillin out in the drunken debauchery of Summer Solstice 2001 (unless jesus really is coming this year, which i rather doubt…). it’s the circle of life man, just watch a couple Disney movies take in a lot of Suger, should get you through
Upham
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**Been thinkin man, sorry if my last post was rahter harsh
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Hey, I LIKED your first post. Right in line with my sense of humor! I kept the little deathclock window on my screen and have been watching the seconds blow rapidly away. It’s oddly reassuring for some reason.
OK, now my cat hates you. I love the part in the Lion King where the little lion is held up by it’s armpits. My cat looks EXACTLY like that when I do it to her (which I just did). She really doesn’t appreciate it quite as much as I do.
Crazy eh? click click clicken away like the beating of your own heart (i mean you’re never getting that beat back, or that one, or that one, and heeeey… did it just miss one, i mean after all it must be getting kind of tired after all this time… click thump thump, click thump thump…)
I don’t know about evil (he said while asking you to think about all those thousands of teeny, tiny little blood vessels in your brain which might become clogged at any moment rendering you helpless, maybe with out speech, maybe simply dead)
I’d defiantly say twisted (while reminding you to consider the countless thousands of ways you could have died this morning)
But not evil (“How does do you get in my hose if i don’t have a chimney, Santa?” asked Little Billy. “Well Billy” said Santa, who was sick to death of this question, and Little Billy, and everything else in the world keeping him from the bottle of JD he had tucked in his beard “the same way the robbers and killers do… through your bedroom window, Billy!!!”
Later
As well you should. Even though I killed a bunch more brain cells with oldscratch and our Mushroom Menagerie recipe last weekend. Have no fear, the very last brain cell that remains will remember…
Oh yeah, and thanks for the well wishes. I did feel a lot better today. I even got motivated and cleaned my kitchen and bathroom VERY thoroughly.
Upham - nice! I’m more warped than twisted although I can certainly relate to a twist now and then.
I hope you can avoid suicide. After all, you’re only a few months (well, almost a year) away from the first Christmas of the new millenium. And you have to find out which band of losers wins the next Stupor Bowl, if only so you can make unflattering anagrams of the names of the teammates. And hey, if you kill yourself, you’ll die sad and pissed off and alone, and wouldn’t you rather die happy and with someone else? (Damn, I just advocated taking out Bill and Hillary in a suicide run. :D) Anyway, stick around, there’s no fun in the abyss.
Hm…isn’t that like 40 years, Crack’d? Lots of books ahead of you yet
Aw, thanks, dropzone
No no no, hon, you have it all wrong…you contemplate the beauty of the snow while you’re inside and warm and drinking glogg or schnapps and doing…um…something Makes it all better; just trust me on this one
Right in line with my sense of humor! I kept the little deathclock window on my screen and have been watching the seconds blow rapidly away. It’s oddly reassuring for some reason.