Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp.
Acids stain you,
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren’t lawful;
Nooses give.
Gas smells awful–
You might as well live.
hehe.
Thats a great poem, I was about to post it myself, coffeecat.
pat
The most popular method in Montreal seems to be leaping in front of a metro train. But that’s not how I would do it, I think. It seems way too messy, and there would probably be children in the station or something. Maybe if it was like 1:30 at night and I was all alone in the station. But there would still be the driver to worry about. Hm.
Definitely not a metro.
I always thought I’d just go to a pharmacy, buy about 5 or 6 bottle of heavy pain medicine and keep swallowing until I passed out.
Although, a friend of mine once did down a bottle of aspirin followed by a bottle of Jack Daniels and woke up nice and rested the next morning.
Here’s a story about commuter suicide season in japan.
You sure as shit can if you hate yourself enough.
I could never shoot myself or slit my wrists. Too much of a mess. I wouldn’t want people to have to deal with that. I would probably go with pills, pain medication. Cecil’s column on Tylenol (too lazy to get the link) gave me a few ideas. Tylenol and booze.
But I’ve always thought for some reason, that if I’m going to do something as mindlessly stupid as kill myself, I may as well take a truck-load of folks with me…
Seeing as how I’m one of those wackos’ who knows all kinds of disturbing things as how to construct various styles of bombs, where and how to shoot/cut for most pain, longest death, quickest kill, etc., and have friends who can get things “no questions asked” I always thought about doing the whole vigilante thing.
I know several criminal hideouts around my neighborhood… just walk in and start blasting. Eventually they would get me, but I would do some damage, and the bombs with timers and motions sensitive triggering switches would finish the job.
Not that I would, mind you…
You’re either very lucky or very naive. It’s really not that hard to do. I haven’t gone so far as to do it, but I’ve come entirely too close for my own good. However, I have friends who have done so. Repeatedly.
You have (in my opinion) never been very close to suicide, have you?
Reminds me of a Darwin award/UL story.
A despondent guy goes to a seaside cliff with some rope, a gun, gasoline and a zippo.
He ties the rope around a rock, with a noose around his neck, douses himself with gas, points the gun to his head, lights himself with the zippo and jumps.
He fired the gun, which missed and severed the rope around his neck, and the flames went out when he hit the water.
He then realized he did want to live, but drowned while waiting to be rescued by some fishermen.
something like that…
Being the pain wimp I am, I would choose heroin. One small dose to mellow me out and then the big one to do me in. But, it’s always possible a bystander can find you and have you rushed to the hospital.
If your not uneasy about a moment of pain, 1cc of air into a vein is a pretty sure way to go.
The scuba thing sounds good, but I think I would go for carbon monoxide. I just can’t cut myself or shoot myself - but then I guess I have never been close to suicide.
I’d smoke a whole lot of weed, take a bottle of Tylenol with Codeine (left-over prescription), drink some straight vodka, and go idle in my car until it was over.
I’d like to be listening to Wilco when I go.
I’m too much of a physical coward, I hate pain. Give me the ole sleeping pills and alcohol routine.
Like Oldscratch, that’s what I did when I was contemplating it. I got as far as buying the pills, then I chickened out. Like I said, I’m a coward; can’t do nothing right! 
I already have my choice picked out.
The Pit and the Pendulum!
A pendulum blade would slowly lower itself to my chained and spread eagled body.
Nah! I’d want the kind where you can still collect insurance, like driving off a rocky cliff on a lonely road.
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Actually I have known it in some very personal ways… I would rather not go into them, but they have done nothing but strenghten my belief that in most cases, suicide is a cowards way of dealing with problems.
I don’t make for a good suicide counselor, as I get mad at folks and start giving advice.
Suicide has touched my life several times, and it does nothing but piss me off… it’s the most cowardly, selfish thing you can do.
Like I said, in most cases. There are exceptions to everything.
Oldscratch: Ah yes, the joys of riding the Tokyo commuter trains and hearing “There is going to be a slight delay because of a ‘human incident’” which means either there was a jumper or some dumbshit driver decided the guardrails and flashing lights didn’t apply to him.
I suppose if I were pissed off at my family, jumping in front of a train would be my method of choice. That way, they get hit with a bill from Japan Rail for the delays caused by cleaning me off the tracks.
–sublight.
Hey, sure is warm. Someone open a window, willya?
At least we have internet access here. Seems like all the computers have firewire…
Think I’ll go over to MPSIMS and resolve those questions about talking to the dead.
I recently picked up a claymore made in Pakistan in case I decide to go in for swordplay. Too many obligations right now, but in the distant future, I don’t know…
Seppuku (hara-kiri) is out. Disembowelment was chosen by the samurai specifically because it takes forever to die from it. Vice-Admiral Onishi Takejiro, credited with institutionalizing the shempu (kamikaze) attacks, was in his sixties and he took eight hours to die.
I prefer the noble Roman method. Drop your sword in behind the clavicle straight into the heart. No bone gets in the way, the heart explodes on contact, death is quick. Seen in the Gaul Killing Himself from Pergamon. Would undoubtedly hurt, but it is the novel egress.
There’s a fairly new form of suicide that seems to be gaining favor now. Have a cop kill you. I watched a news story on TV awhile back about a teenager who provoked a cop into killing him when he was stopped for some traffic violation. When they checked the car they found a letter in the visor apologizing for it, saying he couldn’t kill himself so he did this. Talk about taking the easy way out! I think it’s the worst thing, involving someone else in your suicide.
Melin posted this link over at Opal’s board some time ago. She can’t post here, and so IM’d me and asked me if I would. This is a link to a site which anyone who is thinking of suicide ought to take a look at before doing it. Suicide Link.
Goldie
Gentlemen DO prefer blondes – and with good reason!