A few comments below taught me that it apparently originates from this meme where it was a mix of a typo and a loving description of a suicidal person.

96°F = 35.6°C

Not to mention when that 'English' that you learn from them is a mix of non-existing, made-up words in three languages and bad pronunciations.. and voilà, you can only use that 'language' with your parents.

Not sure how permanent these are nowadays.

I'm not sure if that will joyfully co-exist with happiness.

It feels so weird to me that the small change in degrees might actually kill a virus. I mean, wouldn't all viruses by now have become accustomed to "warmer climates"?

Or is it a cat / mouse game, our bodies being able to heat up more and them getting more fire resistant by the year. Was a fever less hot a couple of hundred years ago?

I read this as "two guys and a girl get it on". I thought he was trying to ignore a threesome in a public elevator, while they were trying to make him greet them. Was wondering why he even entered in the first place.

I need some more sleep.

Can I select all races?

And even that's only in the optimistic situation where you can always fully trust "1", also in the future.

She wanted to stay with me even without kids, but after the first days I saw her become an empty shell of a person. This was her meaning of life, apparently even more than we both thought. I could leave her, but that felt horrible as well.

Now we have a kid; the first few years were a personal nightmare for me because of mental health issues. Lack of sleep icw depression and what more makes parenting extra intense. I tried with all my might to not let it affect our child, I hope I managed to so far.

It's a lot better now, the kid is great and I'm amazed how much love I feel, but I always feel guilty. For giving life (something that goes against my principles as I did not want to be born myself) and for not being able to 50/50 care because of the mental shit that makes me unable to. Aside from that the usual, missing my freedom, the continuous responsibility.

I would not do it again in a reset of my life, not because of the kid who I genuinely think is great, but due to my lack of mental health, which has the potential each and everyday to ruin it all for them (which is a compulsive intrusive thought in my mind). But I hang on, I try to.

With all the love and respect, I would not recommend anyone in my situation.

"Me" not allowed.

Euthanasia should be available for anyone at any age. You don't choose to be born, life has no inherent value, suffering is strictly personal. Suicide is a terrible option with lots of drama, an extremely high failure rate and lifelong treatments or medication that are seen as the solution by society is a conservative convulsion of keeping people alive under any circumstances.

We could set up three sessions with a therapist, to keep people from losing loved ones too fast. But honestly, to me that would feel patronizing. That other people find it important someone stays alive is their problem. If it hurts them too much they can do the same.

There is joy in life and that's beautiful, but on a scale suffering has the possibility to be more intense. Let people die without drama, let them say goodbye if they want with a ceremony, let them choose.

That's the next step in the mentality of a modern civilization. It will fix the drama of wars, hunger and pain as you always have a simple painless solution if the suffering gets too heavy. Just end it, peacefully, whenever you want.