Some things come in the nick of time, just barely in time to save my life. Today, on the news, it was reported that a local 12 year old killed himself. The method: he hung himself with his favorite hoodie while his parents were downstairs making dinner. That in and of itself was not the reason that this information was deemed worthy to share with all of Southeast Michigan. The piece was only done because his parents were pushing for a bill in congress and selling t-shirts to promote awareness of teen/preteen depression. I get the feeling this boy's suicidal success was unintentional. He was trying to ask for help, but he asked in a way that....I'm having trouble formulating the correct word to describe what I'm getting at.
I've often thought about killing myself for the attention. The amount of attention I'd get is extremely lucrative, and my tale would be vaguely romantic whenever people told the story of their daughter/friend/cousin/neice/classmate that killed themselves.
I'm not sure that information would make it to the suicude note though.
But anyway...what stopped me today was the fact that it pretty much all that work, torment, anguish and angst was for this: http://www.wxyztv.com/wxyz/cn_call_for_action/article/0,2132,WXYZ_15905_4858550,00.html
Sandwiched between ads and pictures and links and everything else ever to distract you from the actual story.
Don't get me started on how short it actually is.
I did yoga today and all I wanted to do was smoke after.
Now Playing: "Shining Skinned Friend" - The Juan MacLean
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