So Hunter S. Thompson is dead. You probably knew that. Never had much of an opinion about him one way or another. I have avoided most of the obits being published but I did enjoy the piece on Slate by Christopher Hitchens. I mention the whole thing here only because it has got me thinking a bit about suicide.
I'm ok with it.
Really.
I am sorry that anyone suffers but it is all too easy for me to imagine that life could be bad enough, and the prospects for improvement slim enough, that it would no longer be worth the trouble. I don't say this lightly. I believe it is possible for a rational person, meaning free from any kind of serious mental imbalance, to decide that they no longer want to take part in this life. And I'm ok with that.
That said, I pray to a God I probably don't believe in (it's that important) that none of my loved ones ever reaches that point.
Sorry to be so morbid. It's been on my mind more than usual as of late. Thank God there's real fun on the horizon--just past that pile of papers to be graded and that midterm exam waiting to be written.
