Suicide is one of those things.
I’ve tried to kill myself once and think about it often.
So have other members of my family.
I don’t kill myself because, after that first attempt, my timing went wrong. I decided to hold on till the new Costello came out, funnily enough it would end up being my fave album of all time, Get Happy!!, and anyway, I flipped out on it so bad I decided I’d live.
Also, funnily enough, Get Happy!!, was a fairly fucking depressive album in itself, so it should have put me over one side or another and it failed to.
As Mary Magpie mentioned the other day, a lot of people choose to bow out. I can’t believe I’d ever seriously (again) try it. As bad as life gets, as unreal as life is, the alternative is gonna last a whole lot longer.
I’ve been reading, without too much enthuisiasm, Camus’ “The Myth Of Sisyphus”, an occasionally too long dissertion upon people who don’t believe life is living… I think it is where Ozzy got “Suicide Solution”
Life isn’t worth living but we have no alternative, we can’t go forward we will go forward.
If you ever feel like killing yourself, allow this to stop you: You die before Bono, Bono wins.