Committing the Perfect Suicide
Wouldn’t it be great if we were like cats and had nine lives? Some people believe that we do come back (reincarnation), but I’m not so sure about that. I’d be scared I would be punished by God and come back as a goat getting my nipples tugged for milk every morning. My life is a little close to that, but no cigar. What if this is it? No, I’m not talking about death now, I’m speaking about life. What if “this is it”? What we’re doing - our jobs, our family and friends as well as the everyday mundane things that occur daily? Do you feel stuck? Do you feel like your life is just the same ol’ bullshit day after day after day? I’m sick and tired of being “stuck”. This is one of the many reasons why I have chosen to write. It’s something I love to do. After working at 9-5 corporate zombie-like jobs and noticing my anxiety heightening to where they had to take me out of the building in a gurney, I decided it was time for a change. I decided to commit the perfect suicide. I reinve...