I'm dusting this off the (unlisted) "to read" shelf because today it was reported that Chester Bennington killed himself. A month ago i heard "one step closer" by linkin park at the gym and it stayed in my head. I'm not sure how I feel about the music overall but I will say that those choruses are penetrating and the lyricism really hits on all my angsty pained chords.
Since that meme (almost like a pre-meme meme) of the kid with his head in his hands, with the caption "I'm going to go listen to Linkin Park", it's been easy for me to make fun of the music, judging its angst/pain as immaturity, etc. So when I heard it again, I was able to scream "EVERYTHING YOU SAY TO MAYYYYYYYY" at my friends in good jest, even watching the music video and thinking "man r these guys just cashing in on teenaged angst?", but now it's like well this guy was abused and molested as a kid and had a career w drugs and alcohol, fuck I should consider it more seriously.
Among all the life lost in tragic ways, suicide always seems a special case. In regards to recent debates on the right to die, I don't know. Without getting into doctors and legalities, I feel like you can't deny someone's right to self-determination, which therefore includes suicide, but that doesn't make it any less tragic. Am I just trying to protect myself, a little neurotypical lib, when I think that "shouldn't we do everything to help people believe in life?" No doubt that seriously depressed, suicidal people are sick of hearing "it gets better!!!! pls don't!!" Also though, a resentful shouts out to all the (several) people in my life right now who casually say "KMS" over messenger, who, although I don't doubt their sincerity, I feel like are just a biiiiiit immature and I hope, I think, will grow out of it with some support and determination.
So it seems a bit intellectually fetishitstic to want to respond to tragedy by reading an old ethical "TREATISE" on it, but, aside from hearing the life story of everyone currently seriously questioning offing themselves (no doubt I would rush to wherever they are, demand that they explain their whole story to me, so I can understand and then decide if it's OK with me whether or not they do it, re-purposing their story into something "redemptive" and publishable for a young unpublished white male author), what else am I goona do?
Plus, John Donne is that guy for me; he summed up my ethical being in one line (Ask not, for it tolls for thee). Maybe this time I will make it thru the 20 (!) page introduction without falling asleep.
Long ass goodreads reviews (written without having read a single word) count as writing, right?