I feel people get hung up on the reasoning for killing yourself more than the lack of desire to live. When you look at it that way, then you can appreciate the motive.
Where else in life, outside of work and certain family dynamics, are you forced to do something you’re obviously not wanting to continue? Everything has an exit door, life isn’t any different.
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Yup, everything is exit-able. Even family or work. Some doors are just more difficult than others. This life door is a funky slippery one to get a grip on the door knob.
but it’s possible, and that gives so many hope!
Like Randall said, it boils down to the degree of difficulty… You can quit work if you have the resources… Just give notice (or not?) and leave. You can even quit family by moving out of the area… Just buy some gas or a ticket and leave.
Quitting life is a lot more difficult and there are more significant risks. If you get caught in the process, you may spend some time with new friends behind locked doors. If something goes wrong, you could wind up with brain damage, paralysis, or organ failure. You have to do suicide “right” in order to do it… and that isn’t always easy.
My logic:
Locked door + Window = Thunderflash grenade and hooligan bar.
Alternatively, you squat up against the wall and your buddy hoists off your head (you’re wearing a Kevlar helmet) and inserts through the second storey window.
The exit door to life in my regards (and from what I gather) is comparable in size and as near indestructible as the blast door at Site R. Not because I don’t have the cojones; I’m just a difficult person.
I doubt a hooligan bar would have any effect on that kind of door, but I’m stupid enough to try anyway.
The off chance I’ll survive is my biggest concern.
Hooligan Bar?
Correction: Thunderbolt. The H-bar was a smaller device made for a more quieter entry to a building. I wonder where you’re at BPA…
Well the good news is that usually, you’ll still be in a position where you can try again. Unless you’re just really, really unlucky. But of course that doesn’t really make the failed initial attempt much more tolerable. But if you really want it done, you’ll get there…somehow.
Also, it’s pretty messed up that people get to a point in their lives where they actually consider that the “good news”. Ah well.
Good news is what people look forward too and what drives us. I can see how death would fall into that category.
That big metal bar that you’d see cops using to bash down doors and serve arrest warrants for not paying parking fines.
“Good News everyone!”
Is what Dr. Farnsworth says to his crew, right before he sends Planet Express on what would be a suicide mission in any other universe.
I had my front door broken in by the police once. I didn’t know the device they used was also called a Hooligan Bar. The funniest part about the whole ordeal: Somebody had used permanent ink to write MAY I COME IN PLEASE? on the battering ram/hooligan bar. hehe.
They showed up at around 6:30 AM on a Friday morning. The racket they insisted on making woke me up, I barely got out of bed before a cop appeared in the hallway with his .45 drawn and pointed towards me. Not a good way to start your day. The cops didn’t even bother fixing the door or leaving me a gift certificate to Home Depot before they left.
Bastards.