Thanks to the renovation twat, I am finally getting to all the ‘started’ ideas and posts in the infamous ‘drafts’ section …
Oh, and the cunt finally took a lunch break, just as I’d flipped back 1/4 of a sedative, and donned ear plugs under the hat and ear phones … geez, bloody bastard …
It’s been a busy-ish week … well, pretty much a typical week for Us.
The partner got another phone call 2 days ago, to say another mate had committed sideways.
Note: I’m not very reverent about the whole suicide thing .. I’ve written about this shit before, but again, I’m to lazy to find them and link them … so good luck with that. Suffice to say: suicide is death. And we all die. Period.
Anywho … the partners mate. Dead by suicide apparently.
Then comes the phone calls, the well meaning ‘oh my gawd’ sentiments, the emotions, the tears (these aren’t the partners of course … he’s pretty reserved about this shit … and is a ‘long processor’ so reacts late in the game); the ‘oh shall we go down and see the family; see if they need help’ … the, ‘how horrible – i didn’t realise the guy was so sad’ … the, ‘oh yeah, he was disturbed alright’ …
And as I listen and take it all in, as only I do … my reply to the whole thing was …
“Well, at least he got the final say and he’s chilling now”.
Not very empathetic and compassionate apparently. Pfft.
But wait … theres more!
The partner gets another phone call yesterday and it turns out, when the dude tried to top himself, the medics had resuscitated him and he had been put on life support. The following day the ‘doctors’ have stated the dude had fucked himself up good and proper (but in medical terminology) and they were going to pull the plug on his life support.
So as they’re hovering around the bed filling out the necessary paperwork, this dude starts moving his toes, then his feet. Holy shit … he’s still kicking it! So, no flipping off the proverbial switch today!
And after that news, something even stranger happened … well, its strange in My world.
“Are you still all going to see the family”, I asked …
….”Ummmm … not sure … ”
Really? Why? – Dude is still alive! … isn’t it better to see him now in case he doesn’t last … or support him now, since his spirit seems to want to keep fighting … are you going to all show him the love and support you were all expressing not more than 48 hours ago when you all thought he had croaked?
Apparently I am cold and heartless – but I think they are … this dudes ‘friends’ that is!
Apparently the dude has had a hard life and had gravitated toward a ‘club’ (gang) of sorts, for the comradeship and family feel … as a lot of our peeps do. My challenge to this lot was, did they only support the actions that appeared staunch and strong not broken and empty … and if they were truly the adoptive ‘family’ of this dude, then what the actual fuck?? Were they all shit?
Apparently I’m not supposed to talk about them or too them like that. Pfft … get fucked!
I am bemused by what people are … their conflicts, their ‘fake-ness’, their sense of deluded obligation at what I would consider the wrong end of the stick.
It makes No sense to Me.
The dude is still on life support. And as far as I know, only 1 mate has gone to see him.