Don't worry. There's a happy ending.

[dreamer_easy]

Feeling suicidal gives you, paradoxically, a kind of power. You're in a kind of end-of-the-world, anything-goes state: all bets are off, no rules apply.

For many people this would probably mean an orgy of unwise sex, drinking, drugs, and generally crazy self-destructive adventure. For me it's more like "Hey! Let's blow off the gym, go to the mall instead, and buy a Spirograph! Yeah!"

There's more, though. A mate reckons suicide is, in part, an expression of anger. It's rage flowing in the wrong direction. We turn our urge to damage and destroy in on ourselves.

O my little cyberbullies, you should never pick on someone when they're suicidal. Not because they might do away with themselves, leaving you scarred for life with guilt. Because they're in the mood to wreck something, and it might as well be you.

I'm saved again and again as my pain turns itself into rage. Thanks for helping, you sad little turds.

Comments

[strangedave.livejournal.com]

I am suddenly reminded of Eddie Campbells wonderful Bachus series, in which, when one character (Joe Theseus) went into a mysterious astral place in which he could see and touch the strands of fate, they were all arranged in wonderful spirograph patterns. A lovely thought.

In the same issue or thereabouts, when called on to draw God he couldn't work out how to do it, and didn't feel up to drawing something sufficiently impressive. So he got his 5 year old daughter to draw God instead, which was perfect.

[kateorman.livejournal.com]

Well, I hope she did a better job than I did. :-)