Jumping Jumper

Today is an important day. Today is the day that I finally understand why people yell, "Jump!" when there is some dumb ass on top of a building threatening to kill themselves. Because I saw that today, and I was not worried or sad. As I saw this butt monkey sitting atop the parking garage, I was like, "Who is this dick wad?"

No, not him.

Here's the thing. When you want to kill yourself, you kind of just focus on that. You don't sit around and decide to get the media and the police involved. You don't feel the need to get some negotiator to find value in your life. You don't use up the city's resources, you just jump. I'm not bashing the idea of jumping off a building to kill yourself, that would certainly be my method of choice, and believe me, in my past I thought long and hard about that choice. I'm just saying, kill yourself, or don't kill yourself. But don't be a butt monkey. 

My mom came up with that term "butt monkey". She mainly calls my cat that, though.

My mother said that if she was Christian, she would be "concerned for my Immortal Soul". I think we're all awful judgmental people, some of us just hide it more than others. I'm tired of hiding it. And I still think that possible jumper guy should get out of his feelings and turn his life around. Or he should jump. Because if he failed at suicide, that can not be good for his self esteem.

That's not winning. And neither is posting so many Charlie Sheen pictures.