


Suicide ain't sexy. But, for some reason, a lonely m4mer has decided to use craigslist's men seeking men section to bemoan the death of his dreams. It seems this chap ran into an old NYU film professor - a "real mentor", he says - and has been on a downward spiral ever since.
Four years of the top film school in the country and where am I now? ...I cannot accept not doing what I want, yet I am just too old to now compete with 22 yr old kids willing to work for nothing. I am fucked.Yes, a number of artists have cemented their iconic status with a flip - or, rather, slit - of the wrist, but these people were established before they offed themselves. So, we don't think it will be your most artistic accomplishment - unless you think of something really creative. But, of course, you could use that mental energy to do something better than killing yourself, mister.
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I really feel like killing myself. ...I just want to die. I don't even like Manhattan anymore - no relationship, no friends, not doing the job I want. Why get out of bed every morning? Why should I? I really just want to die - suicide will be my most artistic accomplishment.
In Queerty's professional opinion, you should put down the gun, knife, rope or whatever (none of which are really creative, FYI) and buck up. Sure, it looks gloomy now, but things will perk up. Speaking of perking up- why don't you use the m4m pages to get some dick? That'll lift your mood. Or, at the very least, provide a more productive channel for your frustrations.
Oh please! Tell this weak kneed punk to man the fuck up. Poor baby. His life isn't the way he wants it?!?!? Join the club mofo. Most of us whose dreams are screwed over just drink quietly instead of penning some pathetic craigslist rant. Pussy!
Another Queerty assessment loaded with smug bullshit. You have no idea what this man has gone through, yet your dime store psychology response is to say "buck up." Better yet, "things will perk up." Oh, like a coffee pot? How do you know, anyway? Time served at a suicide hotline, no doubt.
Rlax, Bubba. You don't have to read Queerty, ya know. Now, I'm gonna take James' advice and g drink quietly.
Wow James....glad you're not in the psychotherapy business. I really hope that you never have a friend in need. Having been in a place this dark sometimes you need to ask anyone you can for a hand. Heartless alcoholic cunt, I bet you are a lonely person.
I have just been in touch with said potential suicide and alerted him to the post. He seems quite cheerful, is going to go get drunk right afterr work and thinks Andrew's post is hilarious - which, of couse, it is!
Alcohol does nothing for depression but worsens it. I know as a recovering alcoholic. Queerty on the other hand definitely helps over come depression! How ever it can also be habit forming.
Take some fundy christians and some crusty replubicans with you on the way out!
Vinman: you are right on. Queerty makes my day, every day and is addictive!
I understand how this guy feels. I'm going through the same thing in my life right now; same situation, but a different type of desired career. I turned 34 today and I've given myself one more year of trying. If it doesn't work out, I guess I'll go back to factory work, a job I hate, but the only thing I've ever been able to make a living at. I don't know if I'm ready to kill myslef, but the thought has been entertained all too frequently lately. I guess things would be easier to handle if I had someone in my life, but I don't. And I've never felt comfortable cruising bars, or clubs and it takes me a long time to get to know people, so most think I'm a snob, or aloof. I'm just very shy, so I spend a lot of time alone. Add to that a health problem and as the craiglist guy asks, what's the use of getting out of bed everyday? Sometimes I think it would just be easier to get a "regular" job, find some desperate woman and spend the rest of my life waiting to die. I don't know
Oh my God, this place is crawling with nuts today. (Somebody call Squirrel Girl.)
well (fossil, fossil) i went to nyu film school when it was new, they were so dyin to take ANYBODY that they took me
all i can say about this guy is, you got fucked by the myth. the first thing i was told in film production 101 was, only 1% of any graduating class works as a director. how right they were, so i got into another career v. and quit paying nyu 10$K a year for tuition (in 1971 that was a LOT)
so screw it. check out my nyu classmate's website and BUY HIS SHIT. the jackie curtis movie alone is worth the price of admission! here's a guy who got involved instead of feeling insecure about it all... ya either have what it takes or ya don't, and NOT being in the orthodox h'wood "film business" is certainly no shame considering the mindless garbage THEY pump out! fur shur & no b.s.--craig is truly one of the greats
www.craighighberger.com
Butterpantz,
You hit the target. I'm a lonely, heartless drunk of a cunt; HOWEVER, unlike punk ass NYU film school boy I know this much: life is freaking unfair. Always has been. Always will. Now you expect me to cry for some mf who went to school and now doesn't have what he wants? No one ever gets what he/she deserves or wants. Now if the guy had said he was a child soldier like Ishmael Beah, author of “A Long Way Gone: Memoirs of a Boy Soldier." Or maybe if the guy lost a loved on 9/11. Crap if he said he found out he had some freaking disease like herpes, he would get my sympathy. But to be a pussy and cry because he doesn't have the job he wants? Brother, please. Get the fuck in line.
Who's buying the drinks at the bar? I like me some cosmos!
Jeez, you guys are hardcore. I'd say:
1) at 38, life is hardly over; you've got many good years left
2) volunteer! I'll bet if you get involved with an organization, you can work into doing some video projects or online video - at least you'll get contacts, more up-to-date experience, a reel, etc.
3) go out! I'm not saying to get drunk (necessarily), but sitting alone isn't going to help.
4) go to the gym. exercise produces endorphins, counteracts depression. also makes you look better, so you get laid. even if you're alone, at least you don't have blue balls.
There. that wasn't so hard, was it?
James....
Point taken. Glad to know you've mastered the tools of coping with professional and personal disappointment. Hopefully this sad case will have a happy ending. Your story still sounds like the stereotypical "bitter queen at the bar". I dislike stereotypes as much as your blog. Both are derivative and uninspired. Kisses.
Hey Butterpantz. So I guess I'm supposed to be insulted. Okay, I am. You got anything else to say? As for the "bitter queen at the bar", yeah I'm that too. BUT I keep it all to myself and don't bother folk because who wants bitterness when the booze is flowing.
Any other words of wisdom you want to pass my way brother? Or are you done informing me what a great guy you are and what a cunt I is?
hugs and kisses
Wow.
Wow. Wow. WOW.
A guy says he's thinking about suicide, and some 75% of readers on this blog ATTACK HIM? Yeah, that says a LOT.
This is me. Amazed at the responses. People just do not take suicide and depression seriously until it is too late.
1. get a pet. they love unconditionally.
2. create a myspace account, you'll make friends and have things to do for hours.
3. log onto manhunt, adam4adam, guys4men, gay.com, etc. lots of people on there build a "network."
4. visit any one of the local shelters and see how bad your life is.
posting on craigslist was a cry for help or cry for some attention. and the guy that said he is only going to give things a year, same thing. if you're that desparate then try visiting the social group section of craigslist. you can find something that interests you and do it.
Sorry James....
"BUT I keep it all to myself and don't bother folk because who wants bitterness when the booze is flowing."
No you just blog about it and link it to your comments for all to see. Sorry man, you are like the side of a barn, just too easy of a target.
Hope the Easter Bunny is kind to you this year.
xoxo
BPz
You make no sense Butter baby. Last time I checked reading my blog is not a legal requirement (and if it were the jails would be overflowing with the guilty). But I guess a person of your refined tastes is just too busy to understand that.
But it's all good. You are a fat self satisfied prig. I'm a drunken bitter cunt. Jesus would be happy on his special weekend.
Happy Easter to you too brother!
peace always
But it's all good. You are a fat self satisfied prig.
No, just a skinny dissatisfied overly-entitled grammer hound. That's why you got my goat off the bat. You're starting to grow on me.
Besos.
I know Brian, the person who posted this on craigslist. He is a self-avowed bipolar bisexual, who as long as I've known him (ten years) has sought his place in the sunshine by pulling stunts like this. He is also the person who has been placing ads on craigslist alerting everyone to incidents like dick's bar being shot up by a pissed off customer, dick's bar being flooded and closed, and most heinously that his former friend was dead and being waked. All of these incidents are false. He has also posted several blind items in Cindy Adams column, all along the same lines. Brian is looking for attention, but what he really needs is professional help. Alas, in his pursuit of the attention he craves, he has pretty much alienated everyone who could help him seek the treatment he really needs.
I also know Brian from his days at Dicks. He may be sick and need help, but to make threats and spread really nasty lies is absolutely unacceptable and sends any inkling of his respect or credibility right down the toilet. Grow up, you're not in high school anymore and this isn't the quad.
Get yourself to a(nother) shrink, Brian, and stop threatening and lying about decent people who tolerated your lame-ass jokes and "bi-sexual" bullshit. If you hate NYC (and yourself) so much, stop whining , take action and do us all a favor and move away to a place where they can help you. Please.
The truth of the matter is that the posting or discussing of his rants is EXACTLY what he wants. Apparently he is so poorly socialized that the anonymous format of online posts such as this latest rant, his previous threats etc. and any responses to them make him feel that he is important enough to talk about. No one talks about him at Dick's. He's just a ex-patron that hasn't been in for months and that's it. People have enough of their own BS to deal with without giving credence to his pathetic attempts for attention. It's called maturity.
boohoo, kamasutra and zerocred: Unfortunately, people who actually ARE going to commit suicide don't talk about it. They jsut do it. I suspected something like this.
Sad.
"No, just a skinny dissatisfied overly-entitled grammer hound."
Jeesh! That's even worse. At least fat prigs can be jolly every now and then. You grammar dogs are a dour dull bunch.
But it's still good.
OMG, James & butterpantz, get a room already!
"fat pig"? "grammar dogs"? You Heather wannabes, take it outside to the playground.
Kamasutra Jones - who are you? I know very few people ten years! I am intrigued. Who are you? Write me - BrianScottNYC@aol.com.
P.S. Dick's Bar was destroyed by a massive electrical fire yesterday afternoon.
Boohoo - you still fuck your mother when not at Community Board Six meetings?
I see you chickened out on the suicide, Brian. Nice.