Other good news and some whining
2002-12-18 at 4:56 p.m.

 

Another piece of good news. Mr Me's Nan didn't die yesterday. This is more impressive than normal because on Sunday she broke her hip, and went for surgery on it yesterday.

She's old, and frail, and we were a bit worried about the stress of the operation but all seems to be hunky-dory.

It comes to something when the best piece of news that I can come up with is that no one has died.

I caught myself thinking 'Ohh, no one I care about has died this week. Isn't that good?' earlier on. This is a concern.

Although in almost related news another of my friend's decided to inform me that she had thought about committing suicide at the weekend. Oh. Good. This is my girly best friend. Who I thought had her head screwed on. However, this recent evidence suggests not, eh? And her reason for not ringing me when this was going through her head? Mr Me might have been angry at being woken up. Uh-huh.

Y'know what I'm going to get myself for Christmas? Some fucking normal friends.

There's another friend of mine apparently considering suicide as well. Although I'm not allowed to talk to him either, as I'm not supposed to know. Hands up who thinks that's likely to stop me?

I feel like standing on the desk and shouting 'Excuse me? Could people just stop fucking dying around here?'. Or threatening it. Because kids, it's keeping this elf on edge y'know?

I'm going to get a whole load of those Samaritans cards and start handing them out to people I meet, just so they know who to call when the inevitable suicide feelings strike. It's like some kind of magnetic force I think. Because I have no understanding of this idea of committing suicide all those who do get it are drawn to me like iron filings to fill the gap.

Get away.... get away....

All those who think I'm not taking this seriously enough are invited to my house tonight to watch me not sleep and sit up watching news programmes all night instead of imagining all my friends dead.