>>12031857 (PB)
You said you were about to commit suicide and I said "Bye."
If you want to live, you will. If you don't, you won't. I can't change that one way or the other.
I'm a cranky old bastard with ADD, occasional schizophrenia and an IQ that can melt rocks who has buried nearly all of the very few friends I've had. It's been at least 5 years since I've had another man I could sit down to breakfast with and talk about things. Chuck and I would get together every couple of weeks either for breakfast and a slow day at the range or for dinner and time chewing the fat and flirting with the waitresses. His adult son knew me and had been my guest at the range a few times, but didn't tell me Chuck had died until after the memorial service.
My nearest family lives 700 miles away and NEVER visits. My two sons and their children live roughly 1,800 miles in the other direction. I see them, AT BEST, once every year or two. I go and then they come. It's a hella drive. It takes me a sold two days … they can still do it in one marathon session.
If you want me to act or talk like your life matters to me, you need to make it matter to me.
If you want to talk like your life doesn't matter to you, who am I to argue that point?