barryg@sdcrdcf.UUCP (Lee Gold) (04/09/85)
Some miscellaneous musings.... Most religions I am acquainted with frown on suicide but approve of dying for a good cause (in the defense of one's ideals, protecting the innocent, trying to kill off someone loathsome like Hitler). Someone who wanted to die in an acceptable way could always look over the possibilities for heroic but highly dangerous deeds offered by hiser environment (walking the park at night in search of victims to rescue from muggers/rapists, perhaps). Of course, after awhile of that, one might find more in life to interest one; and possibly get distracted from the goal of death. (warning: graphic details follow, which some may find disgusting) In any case, dying like that with an endorphin/adrenaline rush would probably be a lot more pleasant than the way most suicides go. A friend once told me about a friend of hers who'd tried to commit suicide with barbiturates. They knocked out her body, but her mind stayed aware the whole time. She vividly remembered the feeling as she lost control of her urine and feces, as she began to breathe less and less, hearing the sound of people entering her room and commenting on her, being taken to the hospital, feeling her stomach pumped. She advised everyone NEVER to try committing suicide via drugs. That's grisly but not as bad as the story I heard from a policeman who was called up by a hysterical woman Halloween night to investigate the Thing at her doorstep. It turned out to be someone who had tried shooting his brains out and mis-aimed...slightly. He'd only shot out the forebrains, performing a sort of lobotomy. His eyes had fallen out and were dangling from the eyesockets. My policeman friend had to take a leave of absence after bundling the living body of a former human being off to the mental hospital where it would stay for the rest of its life. --Lee Gold
mat@hou4b.UUCP (Mark Terribile) (04/14/85)
> Someone who wanted to die in an acceptable way could always look over > the possibilities for heroic but highly dangerous deeds offered by > hiser environment (walking the park at night in search of victims to > rescue from muggers/rapists, perhaps). Of course, after awhile of > that, one might find more in life to interest one; and possibly get > distracted from the goal of death. > ... > In any case, dying like that with an endorphin/adrenaline rush would > probably be a lot more pleasant than the way most suicides go. I forget exactly where this comes from, but the article it was in was written by an old soldier, who presumably knew what he was talking about. A guy in war needs to know he's got a home to go back to and to protect. Now, an awful lot of our soldiers are 19 and 20 year old kids, and a lot of them have sweethearts, who are part of that home. A soldier gets a ``Dear John'' letter ... she still loves him ... but she needs someone now, and she doesn't know if she'll ever see him again. Anyway, she's met this guy from ... and they ... He's shattered. He starts volunteering for hazardous details, and after about the fourth or fifth one, he gets killed. She feels justified in dumping him, even thankful, since he was going to get killed anyway. She doesn't realize ... doesn't want to know ... that she was the cause of his death. Heros are sometimes victims. -- from Mole End Mark Terribile (scrape .. dig ) hou4b!mat ,.. .,, ,,, ..,***_*.