If You're Going to Jump, Don't Land on Me

This weekend my mother convinced me to join her and my father at our lake house in Anderson (more specifically Townville), South Carolina. This marks the sixth weekend in a row that I have seen my parents for some occasion or another. I’m not complaining. I love my family, and I enjoy seeing them. But six times in six weeks is probably more times I’ve seen them in the past six months. I’m hopefully moving to New York in a couple of months, and it seems my mother is trying to get in all the time with me she can before I leave. On the very scenic drive up Interstate 85, I was reminded of one of my very odd fears (one of many, believe me). Whenever I drive under a bridge, I always experience a small sliver of concern that someone will commit suicide by jumping off the bridge, smashing into my windshield. It is, without a doubt, the most irrational concern on the planet. I’m not saying that I genuinely believe it will happen, but I think it is good to mindful of the possibility. If it does, I’ll at least be somewhat prepared to react accordingly. I hope it doesn’t though. What an incredibly rude way to kill yourself. Granted, I think suicide is an inherently rude thing to do. You’re leaving a huge mess for someone else to clean up. But by jumping off a bridge, you’re leaving that mess for someone that doesn’t even know you. It’s just plain thoughtless and disrespectful. So if you’re thinking about killing yourself, don’t do it like that…And you probably shouldn’t seek this blog for any kind of help.