I'm thinking of growing a beard again. Purely for medical reasons. I figure if my face hurts all the time as it is, why scrape a razor over the thing every day?
Ever have an iced coffee thrown at you from a moving car? No? Well ha then, I've now lived more than you.
No one seemed to understand, years ago, why I'd consider a suicide attempt a positive life experience. I gave reasons then - it was going to happen sometime, eventually, so it was a sort of catharsis; a choice to stop living was every much a right of mine as any other choice of what to do with my life. But very few people are interested in that sort of talk when it's someone close to them. They'd much rather talk about how worthwhile that person is, how there's so much to live for, even if it may not seem like it now.
Well here's a more practical reason then. When you're standing on a highway overpass, contemplating the constant physical pain you've been in for years because of a dental problem you can't seem to get anyone to fix, and you're reminded of the general worthlessness of humanity by someone chucking a cup full of ice at you, a complete stranger, at thirty miles per hour, it's helpful to recall that the last time you tried to kill youself you spent hours floating in dense, silent blackness - no tunnel of light, no friendly hand gently pushing you back - and maybe that's not a place you want to be. Maybe years chasing after a chance of a tolerable life is a slightly better alternative to no life at all.
I get to be all geeky-manly tomorrow. The negative wire connecting the battery in my guitar came out - right before a show, of course. I've never actually taken my guitar apart on stage. No one seemed to notice the difference, particularly. (I used a mike instead of the pickup.) But Radio Shack will be my salvation. Indeed.
