Anthropology of an American Girl
The irony of mourning people who kill themselves is that the rush of love manufactured for the dead did not prevent them from dying in the first place.


Do you think suicide is a tragedy?
No, he stated. It's your life.
Aren't you obligated to people you love?
If you love out of obligation, it's not love. Besides, you're alone from birth.
But you're born to your parents. To your mother.
You don't enter the bond with your mother when you're born, you leave it. Birth is the point of departure from the only real communion you'll ever know. Everything is invention. Your happiness depends on how well your parents handle that. You know, the fact of separation, the fiction of attachment.
So you owe your parents nothing?
He shrugged. I don't. Maybe you do. Most parents don't want the kid or each other. They're just carrying our some brain-dead social functions. They marry because it's time, start a family because its time. They do it for fear of becoming outcasts, fear of acting on an original fucking thought.
How about lost potential?
Lost potential is irrelevant. How can anyone feel cheated out of something they were never entitled to in the first place.