Different strokes

It always struck me as odd -- ever since I was a little kid -- when I learned that suicide was illegal. Maybe that was when I started questioning the whole legal thing, but that's another subject, so let's not digress off to a tangent.

Nowadays, it's legal in Oregon. Under certain circumstances, of course. There again, I'm going, "Why"? If it's legal to kill yourself when you're terminally ill, why stop there? Sure, the idea behind the "terminally ill" thing is that you're going to die soon anyway, so why prolong the agony. But everyone's "terminally ill" in the sense that we're going to die sometime, so why doesn't the same logic apply to a person who, let's say, decides that his or her life isn't worth living anymore because of loneliness or being broke or -- well, whatever!

Maybe your thing is nooky. You heard me, poontang, sex, the f-word. Tons of people ain't gettin' any, you knew that, right? Especially old people. Take your average old person who isn't getting any more nooky, wouldn't it be reasonable for this person to say, "Hey, if I'm never gonna get any more, why not just quit right here!"

Sort of reminds me of the Gershwin song, "It ain't necessarily so". One of the verses goes like this:

Methus lah lived nine hundred years,
Methus lah lived nine hundred years.
But who calls dat livin' when no gal will give in
to no man what's nine hundred years?

Same principle applies, whether it's 900 years or 50 years, seems to me. How can you blame somebody who decides to pull the plug at any age once the nooky dries up?

So somebody answers, "There's more to life than sex, you know." Yeah? Speak for yourself, bucko!