This man deserves to die.
On what grounds?
He caused it to happen.
Just being there doesn't mean he deserves to die.
He was there and provoked the outcome.
He could have changed it.
It was his fault that she's no longer with us today.
You can't control every outcome.
Sometimes things are out of our control.
Every action has a choice.
You choose either to go left or right at the crossroad.
The road doesn't.
But the road was put there in the first place.
It's not our fault that it was already created.
We're just acting out on the path.
Then you agree with me.
He was acting out on the path that was already created.
I object.
The path was already created.
The outcome was bound to happen.
There was nothing he could have done.
There were plenty of things he could have done.
Like not losing his temper all the time.
That doesn't happen all the time.
Really?
You actually believe he can control it?
If you recall his last run-in with his father, that didn't end so well.
His father was abusive.
His father made him feel worthless.
He needed to stand up for himself.
You call throwing the Thanksgiving turkey at the wall and telling his dad to eat shit
and die standing up for himself?
With that many years of abuse, it was bound to come out.
He's usually cool in most situations.
Well clearly we can see that he's a weak piece of garbage.
You mean his father?
No.
Him.
The man is clearly subhuman.
He's unattractive and stupid.
No woman in their right mind would ever want to date him.
Let alone Marion.
What about Laura?
She found him extremely attractive.
Laura thought he was a 7 out of 10.
They only dated a couple of years in which she ended up cheating on me.
Him.
It was Laura.
She cheated on me.
It was her.
But I could have stopped it if only I made her happier in our relationship.
No.
No.
It was Laura.
She had some screwed up delusion of what a relationship should be.
So high of expectations, I could have never met.
But I could have met them.
I could have become who she wanted me to be.
Just too freaking stupid to make it work.
No.
But I'm not stupid.
I achieved so much in my life.
I graduated college, had a successful career.
I have great friends.
I can't end it all now.
I lost my job.
I work at a coffee shop living on tips.
My friends all left me when I ditched them for Laura.
I haven't achieved jack shit in my life.
All my goals, dreams, they're just shadows.
The path I once paid for myself is now gone.
I cannot do it any longer.
Worthless.
Just end it already.
You're worthless.
You're never going to mount anything, never.
No other girl ever had an interest in you, and no one ever will.
Just end it.
Kill yourself.
You're worthless.
You're pathetic.
You never will mount anything.
No one can take you.
Growing up, nobody liked you.
You're pathetic.
You never will mount anything.
No one can take you.
Growing up, nobody liked you.
You're pathetic.
Remember back in college where I learned about those Asian sand paintings?
Tibetan monks would take weeks, sometimes months, to painstakingly lay out the numerous
colors of sand to create a tightly-woven geometric work of art.
And then, with one quick wipe, the sand is swept away.
Why go through all that and not save it?
Because it reminds us that life is impermanent.
We all create these works of art made up of memories, thoughts, feelings, and the older
we become, the more complex they are.
Although life has already created the canvas, we need to recognize that we are the ones
placing the sand.
We choose the colors.
We choose how to react.
And not always done, we can sweep the sand away.
Not to forget, but to heal and change.
To change oneself for the better, and it begins with just one action.
And yes, I would like to talk to someone.
Thank you.
You
