Sorry to get things on a downer but don't look at it like that, it's a serious question and many foreigners in Thailand have considered suicide for whatever reason and many have.
My reasons may differ somewhat but I generally get tired of the worlds assholes, the people who simply don't need to be here, the rude, the greedy, the ignorant, the bullies, the in crowdfollowers, the stuck up, the black hearted and the downright evil.
I would overcome that but in myself I see too much of a damaged soul with a complicated past to ever be able to have a 'normal' life, a secure life and the love of a good woman no matter how long I can sustain my good moods in-between my massive lows.
I then wallow neck deep in the mire of misery I've brought on myself by the sheer gravity of the realisation that I don't want to be here anymore. I pray to anyone who may be listening that I have tried and tried and tried to get my life together and have avoided drugs, jail and nastiness where many have been unable to yet simply can't enjoy being who I am enough to want to carry on.
I visualise my funeral and decide what I need to arrange, write, email and do before I depart and how I should depart - I decide to find out how to buy a gun, ponder the idea of taking a few nasty people with me when I go but decide against it and wonder what will await me.
I am confident that my aggressive loathing of Christianity and organised religion in general has been justified but also confident that something awaits me.
I wonder if the arrival on the other side a bit like leaving the Big Brother house, with beings I recognize on the other side there to greet me, cracking open a bottle of bubbly and patting me on the back and telling me how several of my 'angels' had been watching over me down there posing as school teachers, shoppers and beggars, then I wonder if I am doing the right thing as surely there must have been invisible powers guiding me home safely that time I rode my Honda Wave from Chaweng to Lamai in torrential rain having drunk a bottle of Sang Som, 3 gin and tonics and several cans of Heiniken.
I will finally get to know why I spoke Spanish in my sleep that time in 1997 and I will get to hang out with my mother, Dudley Moore, Princess Di and Michael Ryan, or will I?
Maybe they will send me back and I'll wake upin a hospital feeling like a twat, maybe they will send me back into a foetus to have another go or they will let me hang out upstairs for a while... Whatever it is, there is something and I want to know what. To presume there is nothing is just as arrogant as presuming the bible is right and Dan Brown is full of shit.
Deja vu, alien abduction, conversations with God and NDE's will all boil down to the same thing and I'll slap myself and say, 'Of course! - It was so obvious!' and it will be great, there will be no tossers and no brainwashing culture making everybody want to be better than the next man with no corporate labels raking in the profit and no pretentious fuckwits listening to Coldplay on their i-pod Nano and telling everyone howopen minded they are and how many black friends they have and how they are just like us and there will be no patronizing Americans speaking loudly and slowly to people who happen to be from Moldova and there will be no spoiled kids screaming for a happy meal toy, in fact there will be no McDonalds, just beings living together in harmony and being happy without the aid of an imaginary friend called Jesus and notshitting on each other - just like we were supposed to down here.
Then I think about what and who I am leaving behind and the misery I will cause and it gets me down even more so I go to a private place and think about my mates and my family and have a good cry and I feel better again and stop feeling so god damned sorry for myself but hate the fact I sometimes do.
I later realise that I am doing just fine and should not allow the expectations of society pressure me into leading a 'normal' life and that if I cant get my life together I should maybe use it to help others get theirs together instead of taking mine away and asking the heavens what the fucking point was in downloading so much love and talent in me and placing me in a world where my confidence will be drained to the extent that it will screw up the application of my creativity leaving me with nothing but potential and fustration and wasted love.
No wonder we think of leaving sometimes, has anyone here considered it and where do we go?