ROBIN WILLIAMS LEAPS FROM THIS ROCK…..”suicide is painless”…..sometimes

On fireGood Morning Creatures of Inevitability,

With the suicide of Robin Williams still fresh, many of us are still hurting and asking the unanswerable question of why?  I had the same questions when my beautiful cousin sitting at the breakfast table decided life was too much and ate a bullet.

Just when I think I’ve heard everything, human kind offers up another story of bizarre. Suicide is final and not a desperate cry for help inconveniencing 1,000’s of drivers while waiting for some asshole to jump.  A Chinese man sick of waiting in his car climbed the bridge and asked the man “Do you want to jump?” Without an answer the man shoved him off the bridge to the delight of those stuck in traffic and I personally applauded.

Suicide has been discussed on more than one occasion on this forum, and was reluctant to bring up yet one more account of self-inflicted snuffing, but felt obligated to share this with the two or three of you reading this accelerant. It seems a woman in Miami chose to set herself ablaze in a shopping mall.

Generally I’m in favor of suicide.  It tends to eliminate those impuissant souls unable or unwilling to cope with their lives. This of course reduces the financial burden on the rest of us by removing these people from tax funded state and federal aid programs. What puzzles me though; how these people choose to leap off this rock. A bullet to the head, drug overdose, driving into an abutment, carbon monoxide, the ever popular hanging while masturbating, and the dreaded 4 hour erection seem to me a painless way to exit.

But how does one get to the point where dousing themselves in gasoline and lighting a match is preferable to one of the above? Never mind the article itself was written by a third grader and picked up by the Associated Press; it offered no insight as to motive or other details that could explain her decision. This is frustrating and forces the reader to speculate. So as a courtesy, I proffer this explanation.

Gladys woke up like any other morning, sipping a cup of coffee getting ready for work, and turned on her computer. Putting the final touches to her hair and humming a tune from Bruce Springsteen, she sat in front of her computer to catch up on email. She immediately noticed a message from her boss. In a total act of cowardice, the boss told her not to show up for work as she had been sacked. Obviously Gladys was stunned. She’d just taken on the debt of a new condo and car and had few prospects of finding work. She began to cry. She flung herself on the bed and sobbed hysterically, barely able to breathe. She wept for hours until emotionally drained.

Finally getting off the bed she regained her composure and washed her face with cold water. She put on her jogging outfit thinking a good run would help her think. A mile into her run she decided to take a different way through a nature area just to change things up, but there were no path markers so she weaved in and around the Prairie Dog mounds carving out her own path.

Enjoying the bobbing and weaving, feeling empowered by her trailblazing she couldn’t have realized things were about to go further south.

She didn’t notice at first but began to feel stinging pains all over her body. She had crushed a hornet’s nest and the angry insects were exacting their revenge. Gladys began to panic then remembered there was a pond behind her maybe 50 yards and hauled ass. On a dead run she launched herself headfirst into the water. There was no time to study the depth or condition of the pond prior to leaping and didn’t see the rock just below the surface smashing her face splitting her nose wide open. The pain nearly overwhelmed her, but held the jagged flesh together with her left hand she remained submerged until the hornets left.  She staggered back to the main path only to be gang raped by passing Gypsies and left for dead! This had not been a good morning.

Holding her wound limping along the path her faltering gate made her appear drunk and her bloody face only served to scare would-be rescuers. Desperate for help she reached out to everyone that passed only to see them recoil sidestepping around her.

Shock was setting in making it difficult to know exactly where she was but finally found the street that would lead back to her apartment. She needed to cross the street and took one step then immediately hit by a city bus tossing her back 15 feet onto the sidewalk. It was a glancing blow leaving her alive, but unable to stand. Backing up, the driver pulled alongside. Concerned only with his job he asked, “Are you alright miss?” “NO DOES IT LOOK LIKE I’M ALRIGHT?” she screamed “PLEASE HELP ME!” With the drivers aid she crawled on the bus and asked if he’d drop her at the next gas station. “Are you sure you don’t want medical attention” the driver asked? In a cold deliberate voice she replied, “No, just drop me at the first gas station you see.”

Filling a two gallon container provided by the filling station she hailed a cab promising a hand job for the fare if he’d drive her to the mall. The rest as they say is history.



  • zuki

    You insulting bastard! It would quite the opposite if she had sex with me….damn they’d of hosed her down from the intense heat!!! Just sayin’

  • bagwan1

    Yeah, it was either all that or maybe it was just that Gladys had sex with you once.