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Originally Posted by NewChief
(Post 8227070)
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I've had two social networking suicide experiences recently.
#1) A guy I was good friends with in college in my druggie days. He was disturbed back then. Had been molested and other shit in his youth, and he would talk about it all the time when we were getting ****ed up. He was living in my town and looking more and more like a crazy street person in the last few years. On Facebook, though, he was all "Life is good, sitting in a hammock, drinking beer, chilling." He was always doing not shit, not working, and acting like he had the good life. Then he goes missing for a month. His corpse is recovered, hanged himself, in some isolated woods in the town. The irony here is that he always acted like he was living the life online, but he was actually depressed and sad as hell in real life.
#2) This dipshit that I've somehow friended on Facebook who, judging by our mutual friends, I went to high school with. I don't remember him AT ALL. He's entertaining, though, because he's a big Occupy Wall Street dude, and is always ranting about how he'll be in Town X, holding up a sign, come see him. Similar to case #1, he was always acting all jazzed on life and super into the OWS movement and all the good he was doing for our nation because of his involvement. Then things went south and he started live facebooking his suicide. Basically updating shit like, "The doctors are trying to pump my stomach now, why can't they just let me die?" and other crap. I, somehow, got involved and told him he was a cowardly piece of shit to kill himself and leave his children with the burden of a suicidal father. He's since "recovered" deleted all those facebook posts and is back to his chipper OWS ways.
The internet is ****ed up.
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I had a similar experience to your #1.
One of the first friends I made when I got to college was this dude. He was one of the most respected kids on our college wrestling team in terms of work ethic. He was also very intelligent and socially, he was very popular with everyone. To make a long story short, he started getting a little strange when we were Juniors in college. He started talking to himself and even began making vile threats towards people. For the last 2 years of college, every one of his friends (and he had a ton) had abandoned him because he was getting to the point where he seemed so delusional that it was scaring people off. Only 2-3 people, including myself remained friends with him those last couple years. Honestly, it was one of the most stressful times of my life. I hated being friends with him because in the back of my mind, I knew what he was capable of.... which was this:
http://www.kcrg.com/news/local/6960812.html
For those of you who didn't watch the video, he killed his step-mother before killing himself. Ironically, the mugshot used for him in the picture was taken a night when he was hanging out with me. He was all strung out on whatever and was driving 90-100 miles an hour on a curvey side road. I was the only passenger in the car, and to say that I was scared out of my mind is an understatement. After 5 minutes of him driving like a maniac on a dangerous road, I saw this sharp curve ahead of us and he didn't even attempt to make it. The road was going sharply to the left and he went straight ahead... which consisted of a steep ditch and a bluff. He drove his car straight into the bluff at 90 MPH. His car was totaled... the front of the car completely crunched in. Miraculously, I had a little bump on my elbow and he had a scrape on his forearm. When we maneuvered our way out of the car, there were a couple of elderly people sprinting down the road, telling us that they heard the collision from inside their house, 200-400 yards away. The first question they asked was, "how many people are dead?" They were shocked when we said, "0." They then told us that the cops had been called and my friend flipped out, saying that he was going to shoot them if they didn't get back on the phone and tell the police that it was a false report. The 2 elderly men were (presumably) shaken up by my friend's threats, they just stood there and mumbled for a few seconds. The cops were there a minute or so later. My friend was arrested for various charges. I was sent home. The next morning, I received a call from my friend telling me to pick him up from jail. I did so immediately and when I got there, he was all sorts of pissed off at me. He was pissed that I; didn't try to break him out of jail, that I didn't push his totaled, crunched up car out of the ditch so we could drive off, that I didn't "untotal" his car while he was in jail. As much as I tried explaining to him that I am not the Incredible Hulk and how silly breaking him out of the drunk tank would be, nothing was getting through to him.
I heard the news about how he murdered his step-mother before committing suicide on Easter Sunday (the day it happened). It is the strangest thing... I wasn't surprised of the news. I knew he was capable of doing something like that. Of course when something like that happens, it catches you off guard, but I can honestly say that other than being a bit wide-eyed for a few days, I wasn't totally surprised. Afterwards, I found out that he always kept a revolver in his backpack. I rarely ever saw him without his backpack. If I would have said the wrong thing to him just once in that 2 year phase, he could have tried to take me out.... in fact, I personally feel that he was trying to commit suicide when he crashed his car into the bluff. He didn't even attempt to make that turn... just stared straight ahead. Although I had some great times with that guy before his mental health started deteriorating, every time I think of him, I shudder. I get scared just thinking of him. I think the only reason I put up with his BS back then was because I was scared....knowing what he was capable of and all. I rarely have nightmares, but if I do.... this guy is somehow connected to the nightmare.
Like I said, I can go forever on this subject. This situation brought a lot of grief to this guy's father, mother, brothers and best friend. They all blamed themselves in one way or another. Father blamed himself for being too hard on him at times, mother blamed herself for not being there for him when she could have been, brothers blamed themselves for teasing him when they were growing up, best friend blaming himself for not being in town the day it happened..... no matter what the circumstances, nothing positive results from suicide. |
