When I was in my late and my sister in her early teens we envisaged the day we’d polish Mick Jagger’s bald head. The day when he’d be so old, riddled with syphilis and decrepit (say, at 70) that no one (but us) would touch him with a barge pole. Oh, did we laugh.
Over time I came to dislike Mick Jagger. Mainly because I don’t like those tight fisted with money, and those who marry someone on a beach, go on to have four children with Jerry Hall only to tell her that they were never ‘legally’ married in the first place. What the f…?
Keith Richards and his relaxed mode more my type of man.
Anyway. This post is about methods of killing yourself. The woman I had never heard of before, Jagger’s long standing ‘girl friend’, hanged herself. I am no expert but from all I have gleaned over life, via literature and research: Women, on the whole, don’t hang or shoot themselves. It’s what men do. To be on the safe side.
Unless you are Virginia Woolf or Sylvia Plath women take soft options. Like in fairy tales: Rescue me.
So something stinks. Yes, I know Le Wren had a lot of debt. What’s a lot of debt? It’s all relative.
And I speak as someone who was told some years ago (by the wife of FOS) that if she were me she’d kill herself. She meant well.
Thing is: You don’t kill yourself. Over anything. Most certainly not money. Despair if you can spare the time. By all means – despair. Regroup.
Where were we: Methods to commit suicide. I know lots of people (oh, so pc – politically correct) want to close the gender divide. Forget it. There is a reason men and women fire on different cylinders. There is an author – drawn to my attention by GG a few years ago – terrible [the author]. Wouldn’t recommend reading him to anyone unless you are detached and devoid. However, he did put his finger on it.
He did put his finger on it. Whatever ‘it’ was. Which I have now forgotten because there is a 15 hour gap between what I wrote above and taking up the thread again just now. It’s what I love about life. Getting sidetracked.
Yes, doing away with yourself. In my book a cardinal sin. And I am not Catholic.
Goethe said that the thought of committing suicide is comforting in hours of darkness. So it is. So it is. The thought. You don’t act on it.