I remember listening to the scanner once while my friend
Martin (pronounced Mar-teen) was replacing the clutch on my 86 Honda Accord. We
were eavesdropping on a cordless phone conversation in which one person was
very depressed and possibly suicidal and the other person was trying to comfort
them. The one girl was upset because her boyfriend had broken up with her and
she felt so alone, like she had nothing to live for. The other girl said, in a
pathetic attempt to comfort her, “Friends is coming on tonight, so you have
that to look forward to.”
That’s it?
Yep. It has always stuck with me. That one might be so low
that the only light in their day is a TV show that is coming on later in the
evening. What a completely sad picture that painted. A person with nothing to
live for being kept from suicide by that tiny of a thread.
I asked Sharon
when things were irreversible what kept her going, what was she sticking around
on this planet for? She had lost so much of what a person can get enjoyment
from. “TV shows,” was her answer. I feel like I’m in the same boat right now,
clinging hour by hour to the next little thing that promises to be worth living
for.
And Friends was cancelled a long time ago.
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