
Originally Posted by
Bikerpunk
Christmas underlines for some people just how alone they are.
Imagine for a second someone who's only really got the kids he doesn't get much chance to see (court ordered visitation says she gets them at that time), he works two jobs, no time for family, friends or relationship. (Not my particular situation, but still)
Dec 24 rolls around and for one magical wonderful day everyone else is hanging around a fire, giving gifts, eating well, hugging loved ones, etc. and you're sitting there. Alone. You could be an old person whose kids are going to someone else's house that year, like they've done the past four years. You could be someone whose wife upped and left acrimoniously and took the kids. Or you could have just never found the right person, and after mom and dad died, you felt awkward being invited into other families, and stayed home.
There's nothing to do except watch people be really happy and together on TV. You could go out and eat, but everywhere's booked up. You grab a bag of chips at a convenience store, and go home and surf the web. Eventually you get so bored you go to a movie theater. You're one of ten people there.
And then you go home, and watch other people's Christmas lights out the window, and feel a great emptiness and coldness totally separate from the weather. You look up and see a sturdy beam. You remember that you have some stout nylon rope in the drawer. The plan comes together easily, then.
Suicides happen more around holidays for a reason.
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