Let me preface this by saying I am not pro-suicide in any way. I will also be so honest as to say, while not being pro-suicide, I have sadly been surrounded by the act my entire life. And though it is a sad thing, I also know that for many, it is a viable option. In the same way that you can leave a party you are not having fun at, people have the freedom to choose to end their lives. Does that mean it’s right or wrong? This article will not be about whether it is right or wrong (but it will kinda reinforce you should not do it, because no one ever should). But keep in mind, I have covered that topic many times and given you my insight. Rather, this time, I would like to focus on the suicide of Evelyn McHale from 1947. A woman who took a leap off the observation deck of the Empire State Building in New York City and ended up looking more graceful and beautiful in death than most humans look throughout the entirety of their lives. If seeing dead people looking eerily beautiful is something you find upsetting, you can go read this instead. For the rest of you, this makes for an unforgettable story of sadness and loss, yet a moment of pristine beauty in that loss.
The Winter from Hell (or) Being The True Story Of A New Englander Leaving His House For The First Time In Three Months
I touch my walls, surprised they are not frigid. Through my dusty curtains I can see a bright light emanating from outside. I can hear the laughter of children in the distance, faint, a sound I can barely recollect after the past three moths of icy and unforgivable temperatures and week after week of constant snow. This was the kind of winter Shakespeare would’ve written whole plays around. The kind of winter that makes The Shining look like a documentary. I had a really old drunk lady grab my cock unexpectedly once when I was a pizza delivery guy at 16. This winter was way worse than that. Come to think of it, this winter is what I would imagine being raped by a snowman for three months would be like. But the snow has melted. The sky has cleared. The birds are chirping, and we New Englanders are all collectively leaving our houses for the first time in three months. I ask you to join me on this daring adventure of fresh air and actual human interaction. Should be fun….
I talk to my REMlins a lot about life. About how life can be hard and we don’t always get the chances we want or we feel we deserve. That is just how life deals its hand sometimes. But what if you could be heard, and did have the power to change your own life? Would you be brave enough to take a chance to do it? I am here to tell you I think you should. There is a contest being held right now until the beginning of May where all you have to do is write an essay and spend a small fee and you will be entered to win Center Lovell Inn in Maine. This would be an absolute game changer for anyone. While change can be scary, in the same breath, have you ever been so close to a dream that you could taste it? I wanted to share this contest with my REMlins because I genuinely believe a good person deserves to win it, and that is what you all have proven to be to me. Heck, I entered. Why shouldn’t you? We all deserve a chance at a better life, don’t you think?
As much as those who have never been a young, male, adolescent may not know how tough it can be to get through, trust me when I say, for some of us, it was pretty tough. From the false and fake ideals pop culture thrusts upon us to the way we are encouraged to hide our emotions, it’s not easy to figure out where you fall in all that as a young man. On top of that, you have raging hormones, growing needs, and the trials and tribulations of family, love, and loss. Also, hair sprouting in weird places and the urge to punch walls. All these things do not make for an easy transition from boy to man. The following five movies know that really well, convey it really well, and can all be watched on Netflix instant (U.S, as of 4/8/2015). Again, my humbled apologies to my non-U.S REMlins. I am still trying to figure out a way to make lists for you lovely souls, too, just roll with me for now. I have not forgotten about you.
I guess being part of the web-o-sphere, I should partake in the same silly rituals the big boys and girls do, huh? I’ve written stupid lists like them, I’ve tweeted desperately at celebrities like them, and I’ve even been underpaid for years like most of them, so why not just jump in the deep end at this point? I realize this should all be inner monologue, but now that a few people actually listen, I don’t have that anymore. It all comes out. Even this shallow and transparent attempt to fit in with my more successful interweb kin. Here goes nothing….