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It’s insane that some men think this kind of murder suicide is the right response to anything.
Agreed this was in the 80s. Not sure if it was more rare back then or not.
Terrible response. Why don’t they just pack their bags and go somewhere instead. It seems pretty drastic.
Yeah, exactly. Packing my bags and going elsewhere for a while was actually something I did when I felt really depressed and I had gotten a little too suicidal.
I’ve not heard detailed accounts of many of these kinds of crimes, but the ones I vaguely remember seem to have been done by the kind of asshole with a huge stick up their ass, who snap from desperately keeping up appearances to going all the way to the craziest, cruellest, most drastic option.
I feel like there’s no good reason to not stop and consider the other crazy life decisions one might take that actually have a chance of turning out good, and are comparatively much less crazy than their pointless nuclear option.
And if none of the alternatives work out, if they’ve done all the packing of bags, – living as a hippie, trying out for Broadway, helping out on a farm and going hunting with the locals, getting a small dinghy and living off fishing on some island, studying Taiwanese Mandarin and computer science and trying to get involved in the chip industry, or going full modern hermit sitting on your ass collecting welfare checks eating cheap and playing terrible video games all day (except maybe lifting weights every few days and being a total slut on Tinder) – if they’ve done all that they can stomach, with no desire to try anything more and no capacity to endure any more, then checking out without taking anyone with them is fair enough. They don’t owe it to any of us to stick it out. But they’ve no right to take with them their family that they don’t love right.
can’t seem to find a way to delete my comment… I don’t want to trigger anyone else. It’s kind of personal.
Had a little neighbor girlfriend when I was little. She was super sweet.
In second grade, on Christmas night, she had a brain aneurysm that paralyzed the right half of her body. She was in the hospital for months. After that, she was allowed home for a day or 2 at a time, but had to go back to rehab centers. I’d get to visit with her for a few minutes, but then she’d get worn out.
The finances got too tough and they ended up having to move out of the house.
I’ve always wondered what happened to her.
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I had a childhood friend but I never understood what happened until I was an adult.
We lived in the country about half a mile to a mile away from each other. We hung out all the time. Then she stopped walking to my house but I kept walking to hers.
She went bald and I didn’t think much of it. Soon after that her parents told me she couldn’t come out and play when I walked over. I eventually stopped walking over and her family moved.
I don’t know if she died or not but I remember not understanding why her parents didn’t want her to play with me anymore.
One day as an adult I was talking with some people about childhood friends and I started to tell a story about one girls shitty parents who wouldn’t let her play anymore… Then it hit. Oh. She couldn’t walk to my house anymore, she couldn’t play anymore, then they were gone.
I really want this to be fake and gay.
Anything can be fake and gay as long as you post “fake and gay” first in the replies.
However tbh, this is the least fake and gay 4Chan post I’ve read since RIP EB.
I feel for OP.
What is RIP EB?
I’ll take the plunge and try:
- fake: got nothin’
- gay: OP wasn’t old enough to have sexual feelings, so this experience likely turned them off relationships w/ women
I feel bad for OP. If this story is fake, good job sir or ma’am, you have the makings of a great author.
Been there, done that.
Back in the early 1990’s i went to a grade school for sick and disabled children. I have a visual disability myself. Some of the kids were very, very sick. Leukemia, lung diseases, etc. So we’d usually lose about two, three kids per year.
The Christmas holiday was always rough. Some would hold on just to celebrate one last Christmas. When we’d return back to school in January, you’d always hope to start with the same number of classmates…
I bet that little girl felt so loved by anon, and died more happy having had him in her life than without. I can’t think of a better way to live and to die.
Live your life so that there is someone out there that will never feel alone even when shit is really bad, and die knowing that someone out there loves you so much and will miss you when you’re gone.
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I need this to be fake, Anon. Don’t do this to my day.
Studio Ghibli:
Grave of th-
NONONONONONO
My friend has PTSD from dealing with “incidents” involving dead children and a friend. One of his coping methods is taking a step back and considering the kids would probably have grown up to be a regular dickhead like the rest of us anyways. Makes it less sad to think about.
I really hope this one is fake. That’s sad as hell
I want to marry you so we can play our games all day
Damn, Anon.
damn thats deep
This is so cursed. Also, I don’t remember shit from kindergarten, how the fuck does he?
I remember a fair bit of my early childhood:
- My older sister playing school with me. I was three or so. That’s how I learned to read.
- When my mum taught me about the “little dragons” in our bodies; basically a child-friendly way to teach how sickness works, and how our bodies deal with them.
- My 4yo birthday. It wasn’t anything special, but I remember jumping all happy across the kitchen.
- A few times that my father ruined family meal. Making my sister cry, making me cry, whining incessantly about the food, encouraging me to eat the cooked yolk that my mum would use in the dish, this kind of thing.
- My grandma pouring condensed milk over my chocolate milk, and saying “shh, don’t tell your mum”.
- Locking my grandpa’s dog inside the basement, and getting gently lectured by him, on how the dog would feel afraid and lonely.
- My ophthalmologist asking me if I wanted pineapple or strawberry-flavoured eye drops. I was six or so. (More than three decades later, he’s still the one taking care of my eyes.)
flavoured eye drops? Tf
It was just something silly to make me drop my guard a wee bit. I was scared, and he noticed it.
I don’t remember either. Never even went to kindergarten. In my country it was just pre-school at like 6 then normal school at 7.
I remember getting a sega/Nintendo bootleg thing at 5 that broke almost immediately with some looney tunes game on it and some bootleg unlicensed figure abomination combinations of Spider-Man and power rangers.
I remember getting a PS1 eventually in around 2004, then PS2 a year later, a PSP a year after that and a PS3 in around 2008, plus the first Full HD TV we replaced our Samsung CRT TV/VCR with, I was apparently also responsible for busting the VCR part of that by shoving a tape in backwards as a baby.
We got DSL and WiFi a year after that, watching YouTube on Dial-Up and 3G was like a day-long affair, but i wasn’t ever bored as a kid.
I remember breaking my childhood best friend’s nose and it’s how we became friends. I remember being bullied, mostly beaten daily for being different, mostly because I was not a muslim and not as poor as some of the other kids. I remember growing up and going overseas on my own for the first time at 10, with a travel group ofc.
I remember leaving my home forever at the age of 13 to go study overseas, what it felt like knowing I’d never live with my parents again, and that I wouldn’t even see them for 3 months, when the previous max was maybe a few weeks at most. It was lots of mixed feelings and with a heavy heart. Now as an adult I will never see my childhood home nor my parents again, which sucks sometimes, I had some nice things there, like a print copy of Welcome to the NHK LN i had to save up for.
I remember coming into my own a bit at 14 and becoming a nihilist edgelord which finally let me have lots of friends, at least back in the old country, but eventually also in the new one too. I remember really blooming at 18 and even more so at 20 post-transition and even becoming something of an extravert social butterfly. Now as an adult even each year is better than the last.
Post-transition? As in, that of a transgender person?
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I am 29 and I don’t remember much when I was a teenager, and next to nothing from elementary school, lol.
Assuming the story isn’t fake, this could be a sufficiently traumatic memory to still be available even after many years. Really strong emotions can form strong memories, and cancer is a common enough topic that those pathways would see gradual maintenance over time. I certainly remember the first girl who had a crush on me, and that was back in first grade.
It’s on 4chan though, so the easy assumption should always be that it is fake.
i’ve got memories from before i went to pre-k
The more traumatic the event the more our brain tends to create strong memories around it. And if it’s super traumatic you get ptsd since the memories are so strong that your brain can relive those moments very vividly. It’s basically a adaption for survival when we were cavemen, so you don’t forget bad things and learn from it. Like seeing your uncle getting mauled by a lion so you create a strong memory and never forget that you have to avoid lions.
If you don’t remember shit you probably had a good childhood.
I’m pretty old and remember kindergarten. Do you have any physical reminders that could help trigger memories?
