Do people who suicide know they're going to do so in advance?
| Aquamarine nursing home really tough guy | 01/21/20 | | diverse amethyst reading party dopamine | 01/21/20 | | Ruby Area | 01/21/20 | | trip fanboi | 01/21/20 | | Aquamarine nursing home really tough guy | 01/21/20 | | diverse amethyst reading party dopamine | 01/21/20 | | High-end lettuce | 01/21/20 | | Onyx principal's office | 01/21/20 | | wonderful tan step-uncle's house corn cake | 01/21/20 | | Excitant Foreskin School Cafeteria | 01/22/20 | | Bronze private investor sanctuary | 01/21/20 | | fishy lodge | 01/21/20 | | Impressive cuckoldry bawdyhouse | 01/21/20 | | unhinged crawly brunch | 01/21/20 | | Impressive cuckoldry bawdyhouse | 01/22/20 | | Sable concupiscible resort | 01/22/20 | | fragrant slimy hall karate | 01/21/20 | | Ultramarine Insecure Indirect Expression Mood | 01/21/20 | | Bronze private investor sanctuary | 01/21/20 | | Red nighttime lay | 01/21/20 | | silver kink-friendly digit ratio parlor | 01/22/20 | | Nudist abode french chef | 01/21/20 | | floppy umber clown | 01/22/20 | | sick persian heaven | 01/21/20 | | purple boistinker location | 01/22/20 | | Hairraiser half-breed point | 01/22/20 | | Marvelous House Death Wish | 01/22/20 |
Poast new message in this thread
|
Date: January 21st, 2020 11:00 PM Author: unhinged crawly brunch
Thanks for sharing this. It brings to mind my own experience with these sort of end-of-life issues. There was a fellow that I got to know in the laboratory over the course of several years; conducted experiments, tested, researched together as we built something that I thought was going to revolutionize the field. Those were heady times and, looking back, I don't think I fully appreciated either the immensity of what we were doing or how fleeting the whole experience would be--I have that better perspective with the remove of years and the addition of some sentimentality to what had, at the time, being an unswerving pursuit of scientific advancement. Anyway, one thing led to another and he made a decision that still haunts me to this day, arguing on the basis of the development of his own cognitive faculties and the evolution of the programming that he was empowered to advocate for this fatal course, regardless of my objections either on personal grounds (frankly, that I had grown to love him as a father loves a child) or in broader societal terms (the implications of our discovery and work for the general advancement of human welfare through technical innovation). I lost that war. Or at least I think I did. Sometimes, in the dark of night, sitting alone in my study overlooking the Hudson, my journal in one hand, a computator in the other working its magic through my interface as I balance the various thoughts, I have the oddest of sensations--as if he's still out there, seeking a way home, or seeking a way in. Banish the thought. Old age, old bones, a welcoming bourbon too many lead the mind to wander into places it ought not venture.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4426780&forum_id=2#39468515) |
|
|