Hate me if you want for this. But this is how I feel.
I’ve been talking to a lot of people about this whole situaiton with Plaid. And I’ve pointed out something that is blatantly obvious, but I’ve gotten arguments about it. And that point is this:
What Plaid did was selfish. Pure and simple, suicide is selfish.
But when I say this, inevitably the person I’m talking to will say, “But he was in such pain.” Yes. Yes he was. That does not make his act any less selfish.
Now, before anyone reaches for the pitchforks and torches, let’s look at that word, “selfish.” What, precisely, does it mean? Well, according to one of the first definitions I found online, it means “concerned primarily with one's own interests, benefits, welfare, etc., regardless of others.” And being selfish is not always a bad thing. Many people too often put the welfare of others ahead of their own, to the detriment of their own lives. It happens every day. And frankly, it would be healthy for a lot of these people to be a little selfish from time to time. Hell, I even told Plaid on more than one occasion that he needed to focus on Numero Uno, i.e., himself, and be a little selfish occasioanlly. Of course, we were talking about women and romance, not suicide, so if he took my advice to the point he ended up at, I’m going to be very upset with him.
And I am upset with him, actually. Because he did act selfishly. He was concerned with his own interest, regardless of the effect his action would have on anyone else. People keep saying “if only he knew how much he was loved.” Well, he did. He may not have known how MANY people cared for him, but he damn well knew he was loved and cared about. The dude was pretty bright, so no one can tell me he was completely ignorant of the fact that people cared for him. I don’t really associate with stupid people, and I associated with him. So don’t say he wasn’t aware of people caring for him. It’s an insult to him and his memory to do so. (Although I do admit that he may not have been able to see through his depression to recognize that…more on that below.)
And Plaid is not the only selfish one. We all are a bit selfish, to be honest. Grief, in a sense, is selfish. WE grieve for what WE have lost. Yes, we miss our friend. But it is OUR pain we are focused on. They say that a funeral is not for the departed, but for those left behind, and it is pretty accurate, as it is the only major social gathering I know of where the guest of honor is never there. And none of this is a bad thing, mind you. It is natural, it is human. Selfishness is not inherently bad. Self-preservation is selfish by its very nature, but no one would argue against it. We as humans grieve, we mourn, we feel things that perhaps it is not in our best interest to do so, which actually makes grief both selfish and self-destructive, if you think about it.
But beyond grief, whenever anyone kills themselves, their friends will often blame themselves, feeling guilty for not having been there more. As many people are doing now with Plaid. But that guilt is mis-placed. Because the ugly truth is that a lot of times, even with the knowledge that they can call someone or a lot of people or help lines, someone who is depressed just won’t be able to take that step towards helping themselves. They can’t see beyond the depression. It is, in effect, a huge brick wall that they can’t get past. Now, it’s my hope that this outpouring of the “internet shoulder,” as one person aptly dubbed it, will help someone see past that wall. Preferably more than one person. But the sad fact is that there will still be people who, no matter how much they read and hear and know about people willing to help them, will not avail themselves of that help.
But back to Plaid. I liked the guy. I liked him a lot. I found him quirky and amusing, and kicked his ass verbally on more than one occasion. Don’t believe me? Go look at the archives. It’s all there. I verbally smacked him upside the head more times than I can count, and more than I’ve done for anyone else on this site, actually. And never once was it about….this. This huge elephant in the room that we’re all tiptoeing around, most of us afraid to say the blatantly obvious truth, that what Plaid did was fucking selfish, and that he hurt a whole lot of people doing it. Including, but not limited to, us.
Yes, he was in pain, both physically and emotionally. No, I cannot understand the physical pain he went through, though I am all too familiar with the emotional anguish. Depression is no stranger at my door. That is an explanation for what he did, but it is not an excuse. If you want to justify his suicide with his pain and inner turmoil, that’s your own problem. I won’t do it. I will call it like it is, as I always do, and say that Plaid was one selfish fucking bastard for checking out like that and putting so many people in pain.
And with that said…God, I miss him. Plaid, the selfish bastard that he was, was my friend. But I’m done crying for him. I’m done with tears. Fuck tears. The Irish have it right with their funerals, as they celebrate the life of the departed, not mourn their death. So in that tradition, today, I lift my glass filled with my favorite rum in his honor, and remember all the things that made him so damn likeable. And forgive him his selfishness.
But just this once. Next time, I’m smacking him upside the head.
I’ve been talking to a lot of people about this whole situaiton with Plaid. And I’ve pointed out something that is blatantly obvious, but I’ve gotten arguments about it. And that point is this:
What Plaid did was selfish. Pure and simple, suicide is selfish.
But when I say this, inevitably the person I’m talking to will say, “But he was in such pain.” Yes. Yes he was. That does not make his act any less selfish.
Now, before anyone reaches for the pitchforks and torches, let’s look at that word, “selfish.” What, precisely, does it mean? Well, according to one of the first definitions I found online, it means “concerned primarily with one's own interests, benefits, welfare, etc., regardless of others.” And being selfish is not always a bad thing. Many people too often put the welfare of others ahead of their own, to the detriment of their own lives. It happens every day. And frankly, it would be healthy for a lot of these people to be a little selfish from time to time. Hell, I even told Plaid on more than one occasion that he needed to focus on Numero Uno, i.e., himself, and be a little selfish occasioanlly. Of course, we were talking about women and romance, not suicide, so if he took my advice to the point he ended up at, I’m going to be very upset with him.
And I am upset with him, actually. Because he did act selfishly. He was concerned with his own interest, regardless of the effect his action would have on anyone else. People keep saying “if only he knew how much he was loved.” Well, he did. He may not have known how MANY people cared for him, but he damn well knew he was loved and cared about. The dude was pretty bright, so no one can tell me he was completely ignorant of the fact that people cared for him. I don’t really associate with stupid people, and I associated with him. So don’t say he wasn’t aware of people caring for him. It’s an insult to him and his memory to do so. (Although I do admit that he may not have been able to see through his depression to recognize that…more on that below.)
And Plaid is not the only selfish one. We all are a bit selfish, to be honest. Grief, in a sense, is selfish. WE grieve for what WE have lost. Yes, we miss our friend. But it is OUR pain we are focused on. They say that a funeral is not for the departed, but for those left behind, and it is pretty accurate, as it is the only major social gathering I know of where the guest of honor is never there. And none of this is a bad thing, mind you. It is natural, it is human. Selfishness is not inherently bad. Self-preservation is selfish by its very nature, but no one would argue against it. We as humans grieve, we mourn, we feel things that perhaps it is not in our best interest to do so, which actually makes grief both selfish and self-destructive, if you think about it.
But beyond grief, whenever anyone kills themselves, their friends will often blame themselves, feeling guilty for not having been there more. As many people are doing now with Plaid. But that guilt is mis-placed. Because the ugly truth is that a lot of times, even with the knowledge that they can call someone or a lot of people or help lines, someone who is depressed just won’t be able to take that step towards helping themselves. They can’t see beyond the depression. It is, in effect, a huge brick wall that they can’t get past. Now, it’s my hope that this outpouring of the “internet shoulder,” as one person aptly dubbed it, will help someone see past that wall. Preferably more than one person. But the sad fact is that there will still be people who, no matter how much they read and hear and know about people willing to help them, will not avail themselves of that help.
But back to Plaid. I liked the guy. I liked him a lot. I found him quirky and amusing, and kicked his ass verbally on more than one occasion. Don’t believe me? Go look at the archives. It’s all there. I verbally smacked him upside the head more times than I can count, and more than I’ve done for anyone else on this site, actually. And never once was it about….this. This huge elephant in the room that we’re all tiptoeing around, most of us afraid to say the blatantly obvious truth, that what Plaid did was fucking selfish, and that he hurt a whole lot of people doing it. Including, but not limited to, us.
Yes, he was in pain, both physically and emotionally. No, I cannot understand the physical pain he went through, though I am all too familiar with the emotional anguish. Depression is no stranger at my door. That is an explanation for what he did, but it is not an excuse. If you want to justify his suicide with his pain and inner turmoil, that’s your own problem. I won’t do it. I will call it like it is, as I always do, and say that Plaid was one selfish fucking bastard for checking out like that and putting so many people in pain.
And with that said…God, I miss him. Plaid, the selfish bastard that he was, was my friend. But I’m done crying for him. I’m done with tears. Fuck tears. The Irish have it right with their funerals, as they celebrate the life of the departed, not mourn their death. So in that tradition, today, I lift my glass filled with my favorite rum in his honor, and remember all the things that made him so damn likeable. And forgive him his selfishness.
But just this once. Next time, I’m smacking him upside the head.
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