Thanks a lot to all of you who understood me and commented on last entry (too bad that you understand me so well, though ).
Needless to say that -again- I managed to get over it (for the time being :smh:). Mmm, I’m afraid I look like a maniac-deppressed here, but I guess we all have that kind of stuff from time to time, don’t we?.
Well, I’m writing today here because Thilo suggested (view comments to last entry) that we could start a discussion about suicide. I don’t especially like the topic (who does?!), but here are my views on it:
I’ve heard on several occasions that it is an act of bravery, but for me it is the highest level of cowardy. In fact, most people (women) that try suicide don’t really want to die: just want to erase their lives and trying suicide is the most desperate way of changing them… I can understand the feeling because I’ve felt that way too. In my opinion, deppression is like being in love: if you *think* that you are in love is because you *are* in love, it doesn’t matter if it is for real or not, but the fact is that
*you are*. So, the same goes to desperation: it might not have a solid basis, but it is there. Anyway, there’s nearly always a way to solve things out of suicide (and I say *nearly* because we all can think of and make up rather odd extreme cases). The brave thing is to try to find that way of sorting things out…
Well, all that is just my opinion, but I would feel really, really upset if someone I know committed suicide. I know this sounds arrogant, but *I* myself am an alternative to suicide: just connect to the Internet, find a phone, come to see me, whatever, tell me your paranoia, come to see me playing the fool on stage, etc. When talking to you about your issue I may disagree with you, but I won’t judge you and even try my best to help you out… If you don’t manage to get help, sometimes it is because you don’t want it. I’m talking about self-pity :violin:, and I won’t judge others’, but I do hate *my* self-pity. (quite a lot of **) today, lol :geeked:.
To change the topic: the theatre play in which I was the man-with-a-radio-on-his-ear went really well, and now no more rehearsals!! The truth is that I enjoyed them, but they were really late, and they were also rather time-consuming. So now I’ve got more free time and I’ve already started to make updates everywhere, I will tell you here, but first I have to find the time to upload it, because I don’t have Internet at our house in Santiago and these days the Faculty computers and the cibercafés are crowded :P.
Bueno, esto es todo por ahora.
Hale, hasta pronto.
“I’ve thought of committing suicide, but I’ve got so many problems, that wouldn’t solve them all.”
Woody Allen, Anything Else, 2003