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In which I am brutal but not unsympathetic
Dec. 9th, 2007 11:57 amThe following is a rant that may push some buttons. I apologize for that ahead of time.
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I know. Holidays suck. Even if everything else is going really well, and you happen to love winter, the stress of an entire month of media-enhanced Happy, Damnit! can make Mary Poppins snappish. And if it's been a tough year, and you're feeling neither holly nor jolly, December can be Hell.
Been there, gone through that.
So snarl at Santa. Bah the humbug. Ignore the bright ads and the jingly music. Don't apologize to anyone for 'spoiling their mood' - if they care about you, they will understand. And if not? Fuck 'em. Life's too important to spend it worrying about false friends. So hunker down with whatever or whoever gets you through the blahs, one hour at a time, until the hour comes that it's a little bit better, and then a little bit more, until you're in the home stretch and things really are better.
And if not? If you've done all the right things and life is still bleak and painful, too hopeless to move forward even one hour more? If the thought of those you love -- and who love you -- isn't enough to keep you tethered? I believe that it's your life. Your right to choose. It wasn't my choice, but it's not my life. Only you can decide. I would hope that you have a hand (or paw, or dream, or whatever) to hold onto, that will be enough to keep you here. I tell you from experience that all pain fades after a while, even the ones you think will kill you.
But if you do decide to shuffle off this mortal coil? Three rules:
1. Call the cops and arrange for them find the scene. Nobody else.
2. Make the decision for yourself. You have no right to decide for anyone else walking around.
3. Leave mass transit out of it. Don't make me ever again have to explain to a curious child why we're being delayed for an unknown period of time for "police activity and investigation," and why the conductors are muttering about 'damned December" and "third this month." Okay? Okay.
/rant
Yes, once again someone decided to end it all via Metronorth, hiding under the overhang and throwing herself under the train as it came by. I was merely delayed a few hours, and put in the aforementioned position with a curious child. I can only imagine how the conductor feels, or the passengers waiting at the station, or those who happened to be looking out the window at the wrong time. I will light a candle for their peace of mind, as well as the family left behind.
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I know. Holidays suck. Even if everything else is going really well, and you happen to love winter, the stress of an entire month of media-enhanced Happy, Damnit! can make Mary Poppins snappish. And if it's been a tough year, and you're feeling neither holly nor jolly, December can be Hell.
Been there, gone through that.
So snarl at Santa. Bah the humbug. Ignore the bright ads and the jingly music. Don't apologize to anyone for 'spoiling their mood' - if they care about you, they will understand. And if not? Fuck 'em. Life's too important to spend it worrying about false friends. So hunker down with whatever or whoever gets you through the blahs, one hour at a time, until the hour comes that it's a little bit better, and then a little bit more, until you're in the home stretch and things really are better.
And if not? If you've done all the right things and life is still bleak and painful, too hopeless to move forward even one hour more? If the thought of those you love -- and who love you -- isn't enough to keep you tethered? I believe that it's your life. Your right to choose. It wasn't my choice, but it's not my life. Only you can decide. I would hope that you have a hand (or paw, or dream, or whatever) to hold onto, that will be enough to keep you here. I tell you from experience that all pain fades after a while, even the ones you think will kill you.
But if you do decide to shuffle off this mortal coil? Three rules:
1. Call the cops and arrange for them find the scene. Nobody else.
2. Make the decision for yourself. You have no right to decide for anyone else walking around.
3. Leave mass transit out of it. Don't make me ever again have to explain to a curious child why we're being delayed for an unknown period of time for "police activity and investigation," and why the conductors are muttering about 'damned December" and "third this month." Okay? Okay.
/rant
Yes, once again someone decided to end it all via Metronorth, hiding under the overhang and throwing herself under the train as it came by. I was merely delayed a few hours, and put in the aforementioned position with a curious child. I can only imagine how the conductor feels, or the passengers waiting at the station, or those who happened to be looking out the window at the wrong time. I will light a candle for their peace of mind, as well as the family left behind.
