I've been thinking a lot about suicide lately and the various notions people spout about it by default, most commonly one being that it is a permanent solution to a temporary problem which frames the whole thing as an unfortunate burst of pathology rather than an objective view of life and what can realistically be done with it.
This always seemed silly and dishonest to me.
If you're are not born rich there is very little you can actually do with your life. In my case I notice two main thrusts towards suicide:
1.Inability to sustain myself through exclusively online work(at least 400$ per month).
If you have to work for more than 6 hours a day you are not living but droning, you become a biological machine which provides a service, a tool to be used. It makes me infuriated, enraged and depressed, like I am being drained of all life and purpose.
2.Unstoppable aging(I'm already over the limit) towards decrepitude and inability to have any kind of relationship/intimacy with anyone(I never had one), since I am not attractive or funny or witty or wealthy I have absolutely nothing to offer so I basically felt like I've been in a solitary confinement all my life. This is additionally compounded by the fact that I’m gay.
Therefore even if the first issue was resolved I would still feel the same.
So as you see, there is nothing temporary about these problems and the clock keeps ticking. Am I just procrastinating the unpleasant act of suicide when in fact I should have done it a long time ago?
This always seemed silly and dishonest to me.
If you're are not born rich there is very little you can actually do with your life. In my case I notice two main thrusts towards suicide:
1.Inability to sustain myself through exclusively online work(at least 400$ per month).
If you have to work for more than 6 hours a day you are not living but droning, you become a biological machine which provides a service, a tool to be used. It makes me infuriated, enraged and depressed, like I am being drained of all life and purpose.
2.Unstoppable aging(I'm already over the limit) towards decrepitude and inability to have any kind of relationship/intimacy with anyone(I never had one), since I am not attractive or funny or witty or wealthy I have absolutely nothing to offer so I basically felt like I've been in a solitary confinement all my life. This is additionally compounded by the fact that I’m gay.
Therefore even if the first issue was resolved I would still feel the same.
So as you see, there is nothing temporary about these problems and the clock keeps ticking. Am I just procrastinating the unpleasant act of suicide when in fact I should have done it a long time ago?



















