I came across an interesting poster at the Taipei Main Station last weekend:
A don’t-commit-suicide poster: Regardless of what problems you have, there are other ways to resolve it…
I found this poster quite interesting because back in the Philippines, you don’t see such posters around. You have posters targeted towards the youth that tells them to say no to drugs, but not too many big posters telling them NOT to commit suicide.
It may be safe to assume that it’s because suicide isn’t very common back home. Or if ever, there are other more pressing issues than people committing suicide (e.g., teenage pregnancies, teen violence, importance of education, etc.).
Funny how the more developed a country is, the more “desperate and unhappy” people are…
Taiwan is just the same. Coming from a country where the poorest people lived on top of garbage, it’s so frustrating to see people here complain that they have no money! After hearing them complain about not being able to afford a NT$90,000 LV bag, you’d just have to stop yourself from smacking them!
Stop the complaining! There are people who can’t even afford to buy lunch, for goodness sakes!!! 🙁
Some people are just so ungrateful.
But really, regardless of the fact that the Philippines is one of the poorest countries ever, a Reader’s Digest survey said that Pinoys are one of the happier races in Asia.
Don’t you find this ironic?
Here in Taiwan, it’s ridiculous how many people commit suicide (Hence, the poster)! They would call my generation, zao3 mei2 zu2, which means a strawberry-hearted generation — at the first gust of trouble, people are too soft-hearted to handle it. Thus, a lot of people just take the easiest way out — suicide.
Geez, that’s so stupid.
And so selfish.
They don’t really think far, do they? If they commit suicide, will that resolve anything? If they die, how about their parents and loved ones? For a country that boasts of the highest educational level in their population, Taiwanese people can be so stupid sometimes.
What’s more, jumping off the buildings seem to be the suicide method of choice.
Ouch. That should hurt.
If I was to commit suicide, I’d take the easiest and least painless way out.
Maybe inject myself with a lethal drug, or shoot myself in the head.
Quick, and painless.
But jumping off buildings…
… what if you don’t succeed?
There was actually one news reporting of a college student who was jilted by his girlfriend. Turned out she was playing around and left him for someone else.
Being very creative, that young man tried the most popular suicide method in Taiwan. He jumped off the building.
Course, the smart man jumped off the 4th floor. Least to say, he landed on a tent or something (Lesson here: Look down before you jump!) and BAM! Didn’t die when he hit the cement.
Of course, when he realized he didn’t die, he was so bent on dying (Sigh, some people don’t ever learn. He surely believes in the saying, try and try until you succeed), and so, he limpingly went to the highest floor and jumped again.
This time, he succeeded.
Some people are just determined.
He’s the exception to the rule though. Most people here, when they want to jump off buildings, they wait for the media first before jumping.
As they say, if you want to go, go with a BANG!
Of course, I think they don’t really want to die anyway… they just want the publicity (hopefully, in making their exes feel so guilty that they’d be pushed to reconcile with them), but still…
If you want to jump, JUMP! Don’t go babble about wanting to die and making other people feel bad. Don’t waste our time. That’s so hypocritical! Jump already!
I think it’s because here in Taiwan, most people commit suicide because of love-related issues. Someone broke up with them, or cheated on them, and they think of commiting suicide.
As if that would help.
So maybe, in their bout of insanity, they’re hoping that by attempting to jump, they can persuade the other person to change their minds and run back to them.
Personally, I think it’s a sign of psychosis and mental instability.
But that’s just me.
Of course, don’t think that I don’t empathize with them.
Really, I do.
When my ex and I broke up, there was a moment when I felt sooooo bad that I seriously thought about jumping off the building.
That was merely for a split second though.
But yes, yes… it did cross my mind.
Guilty as charged.
So yes! Love can make you stupid things!
But mine ended quite well. A girl-friend gave me a call and made me realize that life is still worth living. Sanity returned.
But on hindsight, really, if I was to go, jumping off the building ain’t the best idea. It’s painful and it’s messy. Also didn’t help that I live only in the 5th floor…
Besides, you’ve got to get it right the first time.
It sucks to be paralyzed.
How about you? Ever thought about committing suicide?