If only something was enough
The usual summer swing.
Lately, the press is all about Robin Williams’ suicide. There’s a number of a things going around that somehow glamorizes the whole notion of suicide in general, which bothers me no end.
Years ago, I wrote about a much less well-known comedian named Richard Jeni doing the same thing.
Felt then, as I feel now, what a colossal waste.
And the other time I wrote about suicide was with another comedian named Richard Gethard, who’s thankfully still alive.
I like Richard Gethard. I liked Richard Jeni. And I grew up watching Robin Williams – remember seeing him first appear as Mork on Happy Days back when it first came out. They made me laugh.
Stephen Colbert once said that, “If you are laughing, you can’t be afraid.” That’s one of the truest statements there are. I suppose that it’s why the people that have some of the saddest experiences laugh the hardest. It’s the only way they survive.
Sometimes, though, I think people just get tired of being afraid. And sometimes it’s not enough.
If I could have wished them something, woulda wished them something that was enough.
Here’s a really good page on suicide, including the main question, “Are you thinking of committing suicide?”
Location: prepping for travel
Music: Oh how can I survive? Will I make this drop this dive?
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