I Kill Myself: do you strangers care?

We "strangers" are treated to 49 words, posted by someone who could be anyone, but who chooses to call himself "Unfortunate Prankster", thus leaving unmistakable ambiguity about whether or not those 49 words mean anything other than a prank.

Those 49 words convey the idea of killing oneself, and yet we "strangers" have absolutely no connection through these words to anything can remotely be called actuality, so that the words could just as easily reference smashing a banana with a fork or scratching one's armpits for all we really know. They could mean nothing at all.

Given nothing more than these 49 words we are asked if we "care".

Well, care about what? About whom? Doing what? What does it have to do with us? With anything? How could we care, not having nothing to care about than a mere 49 words?

So, no. I don't care. Because you have made it impossible to care. And if this seems to you unjust or unfair, then make some freaking effort, boyo. You might be surprised by the results.

MELTDOWN: The Birth of Fusion!

If you want to become a spectacle, there are cheaper ways. If you don't see any point in continuing to exist, I probl'y wouldn't have an argument capable of convincing you otherwise. Ultimately you have to come up with your own reason, and sometimes that can be a brutal struggle. But I believe this: that you won't be defined or justified by suicide, that it won't amplify your life in any way. A suicide becomes just that - a type, an example, in some eyes a "tragedy". It obscures everything about you that's unique. Some people I suppose are seduced by wanting to become a paradigm. I think it's way more interesting to be a contradictory, fallible person.

You'll find your own answers. Just be wary of obvious ones.

People don't talk to each other enough, Shakey. Well not sober, anyway.

Noodle Vague, wow that was a genuinely nice post. Since you were kind enough to make an effort to help (it seems) when it is surely undeserved, it seems a reasonable that I should respond. When I think of suicide, the only time I consider how it will appear to other people is:

A. That it is embarrassing (for me) to have killed myself, basically admitting/confirming that I was a total failure

B. I worry that some people would feel somehow responsible

I don't have any of the delusions about suicide that you showed concern about, but like I said, it was nice of you to take the time to point these things out to me. Suicide is one of those things that leaves those kinds of questions in people's minds unfortunately. To this day, I'll shake my head and think, "poor fool" when I happen to remember Kurt Cobain offed himself and I wonder if he'd be upset to realize a lot of people, like myself, don't really give a shit that he killed himself and he wasn't immortalized by the act, so if that's what he was hoping for, he's a "poor fool," as I said, because he just blew it and wasted his life. But, maybe he was just thinking like I do sometimes, having evaluated everything thus far and decided life is much more tedius and painful than it is enjoyable and the decision to stop it all from continuing really is like a decision to unplug the stupid machine that isn't working right.

http://www.metanoia.org/suicide/