If you know me, I mean if you really know me, you’ll know that I spend a lot of time in front of mirrors. That isn’t because I’m getting ready or checking my outfit or anything important, I just stare at myself. I’m going to be honest, I think I’m pretty nice to look at…usually. So, naturally, I’m going to want to look at my reflection because I find myself attractive and I like to think it builds my character, but thats just me.
Anyway, I’ve been thinking of what my psychology teacher had mentioned about suicide some time ago. He said that women are less likely to inflict harm to their appearance because they want to look good in their coffins, whereas men are more willing to blow their heads off because they just want to get their lives over with.
Well, if you really know me, you would know that I take great care of my face. So if I were to ever commit suicide, I decided that I would go out like Hemingway: I would blow my skull off. If I were to end my life so tragically, then everyone would know that I wasn’t looking for an easy way out; They’d know that I had enough audacity to have taken a gun to my own head and to pull the trigger at my own will. Everyone would know that something awful had to have happened in my uneventful life for me to ruin the one quality that gave me the confidence to feel good about myself. I would hope that when they would see me in Hell, they wouldn’t recognize me for I’d only have half a brain.