Kill me now

I will from time to time discuss the topic of suicide. Not to imply that I have any particular interest in it rather that people who kill themselves come in two varieties:

1. Disgraced and dishonored - this type at least gains some sympathy and respect from me.

2. Everyone else - look, I realize that life sucks for a lot of people. Trust me, I've experienced true suffering and misery. That being said, this is all you have and regardless of whether your beliefs are silly or dangerously absurd, it's all you'll ever have. I don't expect people to live a miserable existence just because life is so theoretically rare and precious but I do find it reasonable to judge people who throw it away causally. In spite of all that has gone wrong in my life, I would still give anything in order to have more time and I will always hate whiny punks who killed themselves not because of any legitimate suffering but because they were high out of the fucking minds. It's not like getting drunk and marrying some hippie.

In fact if you do kill yourself then you will miss out on shit like this:

Of course I'm not going to write some nonsense about how every life is valuable because they aren't. Instead I just want any of you depressives or alcoholics out there to realize that life can and does suck but worthwhile human beings are going to die just the same as you and quite frankly you owe it to them (should I say us) to pump our gas and serve our meals. Why? Because they make all of the joy and glory in this world possible. Think about it? Did you do anything to invent electricity and yet you use it every day, well guess what? Someone did and you benefit from it and now it's payback time.