Her death (especially by her own hands) would have been devastating for many people, and it's that obliviousness that I can't comprehend.
That's the whole point. She was probably so hurt and lost she had no idea how it would affect others; she may have been convinced they'd be better off without her. Same with the jumper. You say he made eye contact, but there's a good chance he was so lost in his own pain that he was barely even aware other people were present. I can't buy into the "selfish" argument.
For the record, I'm not referring to people with terminal illnesses, people with unrelenting physical pain, or the impulsive mentally ill guy. I'm talking about the premeditated suicide-note people.
The people you described above ARE premeditated suicide note people.
And what makes you think the jumper wasn't mentally ill? Why doesn't he get any slack? I'm baffled by this "some guy committed suicide right in front of me, the nerve of some people!" attitude.
Knowing that your action will make someone's life worse
That is not common "knowledge" among the suicidal. But even if it were, I don't think anyone should be obligated to prioritize everyone else, including strangers and acquaintances, over themselves. (I do not support suicide, but I don't feel it's my right to expect a suicidal person to alter his course just because his suicide might inconvenience me.)
I just don't see how that's not selfish...![]()
I honestly don't see how you think a stranger (or just about anyone, really) committing suicide is somehow all about you and your feelings.
I can understand why someone with a family to support might be given less slack, especially from the actual family. But the point is that they themselves are often (usually, I would guess) convinced they're doing their loved ones a favor. So, again, it is not a matter of being selfish.
All I'm saying is I don't like selfish, anti-social dicks.
I made a suicide attempt as a teenager. My family was abusive, and I had no close friends, no resources, no coping skills and no one I could really trust. An easy target for pretty much any predator within a 20 mile radius. Most of the time I was shy and socially awkward, so it was hard to articulate what I was feeling, when given the chance to do so. I can't even describe what it's like to live in a relentless haze of pain and isolation, but I can tell you that it's a common experience for the clinically depressed. Things don't necessarily improve for those who live to see adulthood. To call a suicidal person a "selfish, anti-social dick" just seems cold and a bit heartless.
Bah. Maybe I'm just incapable of being objective.