A Selfless or Selfish act?

So many times ive heard it being said that those that were once in my life were selfish for putting others through the emotional trauma that they did when they committed suicide, but really, i see that were allowed to be concerned more with the needs and wishes of themselves than with others.

Has any nonlipper got any story to share?

selfless or selfish? discuss.

was it you on about suicide on here the other day?

i guess a person has ultimately got the right to take their own life. but if theyve got enough balls to take that right, then they should have enough balls not to fucking take it. i mean, everybody has thought about it at one time or another, but at the end of the day, its just a stupid sad senseless fucking waste of potential. whoever you are.

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Originally posted by mikerelton:
stick it in your butt

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Originally posted by mikerelton:
was it you on about suicide on here the other day?

i guess a person has ultimately got the right to take their own life. but if theyve got enough balls to take that right, then they should have enough balls not to fucking take it. i mean, everybody has thought about it at one time or another, but at the end of the day, its just a stupid sad senseless fucking waste of potential. whoever you are.

nope it wasnt me.

Why does it have to be either? It's an action like any other, and any perceived morality is strictly subjective and situational. I'm sure there are people who killed themselves out of spite, because they thought they'd been wronged and knew it would hurt whoever wronged them to see the effects of their actions. I'm sure there are people who killed themselves because they were afraid of what they were doing or might have done to others. Judging the morality of actions just isn't that simple.

I used to live in Georgia, roundabous Lake Lanier, I was a meth addic on account of on a school field trip i tried to buy coke off this guy at a bank, but it was dope instead. In any case, in my methamphetamine haze, I went ahead and decided that my life was no good so go ahead and fuck everyone else and try to drown myself in a below freezing lake. Needless to say, thanks to the cardiac stimulant, I'm still alive, though, thanks to the navy, I've learned that even if an individual dies, if his death or existence benifits anoher, his death was useful to a greater cause and therefor honoroable, because self-sacrifice is the most honorable of all deaths.

and I'm well inebriated so catch me later if that doesnmake sence

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Originally posted by Ornery_Oligarch:
I've learned that even if an individual dies, if his death or existence benifits anoher, his death was useful to a greater cause and therefor honoroable, because self-sacrifice is the most honorable of all deaths.

amazing.

Thanks Orney!
And now you're glad that you're doing well and have moved past it all?
Did your attempt of death affect many people around you, or just yourself?
For what its worth I'm happy you're here, and so are a thousand other flippers.

It'll make your mom cry.

I think it depends. If someone's young and foolish and takes their life because a relationship ended or they lost a job or some other thing that won't mean a hill of beans in the future, that is definitely selfish.
On the other hand, if someone's been suffering for years through unconquerable mental illness or something else and honestly feels that they can't continue to go on, I think sometimes they have to make the choice that's best for them.

''ve learned that even if an individual dies, if his death or existence benifits anoher, his death was useful to a greater cause and therefor honoroable, because self-sacrifice is the most honorable of all deaths. '

what you HAVENT learned is that the type of people who expound philosophies like that are also the type of people who find it importnat that somebod else dies for their cause and not them. so ultimately, it still leads to a stupid senseless death. suicide would be better. at least you are wasting your life for your own bullshit instead of somebody elses. no offense

suicide is pretty shitty when it involves a shooting spree on a campus and then turning the gun on yourself.

well, suicide is kind of shitty in all aspects. but yeah.

Well how did you feel when you learned that Kurt Cobain ate a bullet? Not that you or I knew the fellow, but it did leave me feeling empty. Ian Curtis anyone? What could have been? Not so much selfish as the harbinger of too many unanswered questions really.

Many years ago, I dreamt that I killed myself. I've never felt as peaceful as I did that night.

I agree with some of the concepts about suicide.

That is the way to build the future after all - with joyful sacrifice.

Have any of you had the privilige of enjoying the poetry of Pablo Neruda? For anyone considering suicide after a painful break up, may I offer you this to leave in your departure note:


I can write the saddest lines tonight.

Write for example: ‘The night is fractured
and they shiver, blue, those stars, in the distance’

The night wind turns in the sky and sings.
I can write the saddest lines tonight.
I loved her, sometimes she loved me too.

On nights like these I held her in my arms.
I kissed her greatly under the infinite sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could I not have loved her huge, still eyes.

I can write the saddest lines tonight.
To think I don’t have her, to feel I have lost her.

Hear the vast night, vaster without her.
Lines fall on the soul like dew on the grass.

What does it matter that I couldn’t keep her.
The night is fractured and she is not with me.

That is all. Someone sings far off. Far off,
my soul is not content to have lost her.

As though to reach her, my sight looks for her.
My heart looks for her: she is not with me


The same night whitens, in the same branches.
We, from that time, we are not the same.

I don’t love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the breeze to reach her.

Another’s kisses on her, like my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body, infinite eyes.

I don’t love her, that’s certain, but perhaps I love her.
Love is brief: forgetting lasts so long.

Since, on these nights, I held her in my arms,
my soul is not content to have lost her.

Though this is the last pain she will make me suffer,
and these are the last lines I will write for her.


(I apologise for the poor translation from the Spanish comrades, translation is more art than scienceand I am no artist)

frankie teardrop.

It is, what it is.

All things must pass.