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If I planned to kill myself, I’d not post it here. Maybe on my blog for a future date but not here. 99.9% would say “who?.” or “who cares” and the other 00.01% would feel sad. Hell, on my main site forum people posted for weeks about my absence. One person called the police who tracked down my parents. The police showed up at mom’s house to ask if I was missing. She told the cop about being in the hospital and they not only went there, apparently they came to my room to see if I was alive. I’m told they talked to a doctor to get confirmation that it was me and I was very, very sick.
Once out of the coma and coherent, Mom told this to me. I emailed the person and asked about them calling the police. I’d told her privately that I garaged my ‘66 Mustang on Mustang Street not far from my parents. Police found it, talked to the garage owner who knew my dad, and they tracked them down.
Part of me was happy friends found me and cared. Part of me felt angry a stranger would call the police to call the parents. Another part was irritated I’d been too sick to call friends.
My bff knew and posted on my forum, but he felt it wasn’t his right to say anything to anyone.
If someone wonders about death, it’s natural to think that way. But to casually mention it seems a cry for help. Or attention. Or to cause a discussion talking about a person who supposedly mentioned their death. CS, do you need to talk?!
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I used to remember meltdowns if they were dramatic. I’d remember posts of theft. Now I can’t remember anything but I live with it ;)
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Anti-Semites have Small Penis Syndrome. The only known treatment is electroshock therapy combined with cerebellum removal. Fortunately, it’s a tiny procedure.
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