Warning to all the new folks: This is Free the Animal. Nothing is off the table, nothing is taboo. Ever. In fact, I embrace opening the door to in-your-face rational discussion of anything and everything; and if for nothing else, simple refreshing contrast.
…I was on my iPad anxiously awaiting the Super Bowl—home alone and seeking no social company—and in an instant wanted to punch out the glass door to my left. Philip Seymour Hoffman. I’ve literally enjoyed or been thrilled with every performance in which I’ve seen him. The shortest tribute vid, but the best.
Heath Ledger wasn’t really on my radar until I saw his performance in Batman, of all things (nope, still haven’t seen BBM; not the slightest interest). He had no plans, and I thought this bit was brilliant. Good writing, too.
Amy Whinehouse wasn’t on my radar at all until I heard her at Robert & Julie’s place and asked ‘who in the hell is she?’ And now I have all of her. Too bad there’s no more to love.
A blast from the past. Another casualty. Jim Morrison.
Wish all of them, save Jim without the opportunity, had taken Michael Stipe to heart.
I’m not so sure drug prohibition and alcohol taboo in America are the root cause of famous people offing themselves seemingly by accident; but perhaps more, a ridiculous, judgmental, puritanical sense of things. Taboos are insatiable on many levels and perhaps not fully conscious ones; like what values one is actually pursuing…or more likely, I believe, taking a piss on for fun and out of spite; maybe, because they hate you and your hopeless ignorant/moron. Americans are many things, some wondrously wonderful, but equally frustratingly moron and ignorant to the same degree; together, with their penchant to save the whole world—making everyone just as blissful in ignorance as they are.
We ought strive to un-taboo as much as possible, especially in children and young people, rather than instilling taboo. Endeavor, instead, to instill them with a Presence of Mind that says: this is enough; I’ve had my fun; I’m going home and/or going to bed. Tomorrow is another day.
I like to say that America is living proof that you ought never let a bunch of puritans get in a boat. The general narrative describing the root founding cause of America is “freedom.” And, as I learned it way back, the focus was religious freedom; i.e., qualified; i.e., no freedom at all. But as I understand it today, just a different opiate.
It ought to be perfectly natural to contemplate and openly discuss suicidal thoughts or even intentions. Why not? We’re the only animal in the world that can plan it out and actually do it consciously. Whales just get confused. Coastlines, harbors, inlets and deltas are tricky, especially if you don’t have a bird’s eye view, which is probably why birds never commit suicide.
Why don’t humans just openly deal with it as an option? Taboo. Taboos are simply not rational. Taboos, by design and definition, are to scare you away—so that you don’t actually think, reason, understand. You simply obey in the negative.
I think that a person who has not actually meticulously considered suicide is missing something in their lives. I certainly have, and to the point of making sure it would not be a show, performance…a see there! It’s a human option. As such, it’s a-priori absurd that it cannot rationally be considered, at leisure. What are you afraid of?
Incidentally, it’s something that you implicitly exercise every day when you decide to eat and advance your life, or not. You don’t actually have to. Others have refrained, and you could too. Awful way to go—I’m partial to lead for lunch—but options abound and you’re essentially making a choice. Explicitly contemplating suicide and how you would do it is merely a recognition of the same thing to a deeper, more enlightened and fully independent degree.
Just so I don’t leave everyone in shock wondering what the hell, I was in chronic excruciating pain for months, 24/7, about 3 years ago. I knew that if I didn’t fix it, I would not live like this, and neither would I pop pills. I hate pills, and there is a limit to liquid self medicating I will endure. So, I very meticulously planned my suicide, should it come to that, while at the same time, tried to figure out how to get rid of the pain.
Still here, and I don’t think any subject where we have a choice of action ought be off the table to rationally contemplate and decide what you want to do. Being in the feeling of feeling trapped is probably a surer risk of doing something stupid—like dying in your prime—than anything.