I had ingrown toenails on either side of my big toes, and recently did a two step “surgery,” to remove all of them and make it so they don’t grow back. It’s all topical anesthesia, so ur awake the whole time for those not in the know. Halfway through anesthesia and taking half my nailed off she truthbombed on me she had to cancel her last appointment cuz her son died. Naturally I said, so sorry for your loss and pseudo cultural norms. After a moment of awkward silence I had the courage to ask her, “Was it from Opiates?” Where we live, the opiate epidemicis so rampant, seeing 20-30 year olds in the paper is something we’ve sadly accepted in mid America. It used to be my Grandma’s hobby to find out the demise of her schoolmates right before the classifieds, now it’s gen xers and millennials. But instead, she said, “No, he was 16. He was doing very well at school, 4.3 average, and my other son died in a car accident earlier. Between the trauma, isolation and always changing in person to online learning, he committed suicide. All for a virus that doesn’t hardly effect children.” Is this the new normal for our kids? I offered my condolences, but the cross between anger and sadness had me reflecting throughout the day. I knew how quickly it was for my generation to adapt to the ever vanishing once friends and cherished classmates of Oxycontin come heroin epidemic. And now I’m wondering if this will be Gen Zs response to the mental health crisis. Oh well, another suicide, I guess some just aren’t essential to the New Change. God forbid they become accustomed to the evil my generation has.
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Life is difficult now honestly I’m at the point where I’m more jealous of people who have died because that is really more like getting out of prison then anything that bad from my understanding. It’s difficult to lose people you love absolutely but to have the freedom to choose how to die is an important freedom.
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I’ve bring thinking that way myself. Not like I’m going to go jump off a bridge. To put it this way, I used to miss my dead friends, and most of all my grandparents. Lately I’ve been thanking God they died before they could see this. If they only knew they fought so valiantly in world War 2 for the very same beast they thought they defeated to rise again and so in vogue, they’d have killed themselves.
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