Warning: drunken rant incoming.
I'll never forget one dude I knew. A well off upper middle class kid. He was a coke dealer that got his house robbed and blew his brains out, ostensibly because he owed money, but likely because he couldn't get his coke fix and came down. The man was responsible for a few ODs mind you and gave zero shits.
Still, the fucker was really good looking, had lots of friends and girlfriends, threesomes, women (and men) hitting on him constantly, a new car/house. And..... he threw it all away in a moment of weakness. He had countless people, many of whom barely knew him, mourning his death. I remember my sister crying about his suicide. She met him, like, twice and still tells me about how much she misses him and how sad it was after 2 years. I did coke with the dude, went on boat rides with him, took him out to the bar when he came out as bi and bought his drinks. I don't give any shits that he died. He was only my "friend" by proxy but was otherwise an offstandish prick to me.
I would've done anything to have what he had, and if I killed myself no one would give a shit (some might be glad). Yet, he threw it away because life got tough for once. One thing I learned though, is that only Chad is privy to sympathy. Truecels will only get mocked in the afterlife. It's fucked man
