Swimming far out into a lake and then diving strait down tell you can't hold your breath any longer then just inhale all that liquid into your lungs. Would be painless and clean. Thought of this yesterday looking out at the water before work.
Sure, if you can overcome the reflex to not inhale water. Probably, you would simply suffocate. Better to take a small boat with only yourself and a rock on board. Chain yourself to the boat, and then row way out into the ocean or a very large lake. Then pull out the gun you have in your pocket that has two bullets in it. First, shoot a hole in the boat, and then shoot yourself in the head, and then let the rock do its work. On second thought, bring a fully loaded gun in case one bullet turns out to be a dud. In fact, bring two guns; can't be too careful. By the way, broony, your post was quite hilarious. That last sentence was a great punchline. I'm still laughing just thinking about it.
My understanding is that such a death is intensely traumatic, you die of a heart attack, choking and spasming violently.
I once tried to calculate how much vodka I would need to drink to kill myself. It's a bit difficult though, cuz the only data I could find is for animals. I thought maybe the animal most similar to humans is the rat so based on the LD50 of ethanol for rats, I decided I would need to drink pretty much an entire 1.5 L bottle of vodka to make sure I didn't just wake up with half a brain and the hangover from hell. Problem is, I would probably pass out before I could get that much vodka down my gullet. Conclusion: No good. Then I thought about wrist-slitting. There is quite a science to that method also. You need to make sure your blood vessels are relaxed and dilated, so the blood flows out nicely. Best thing is a nice, hot bath, while drinking some alcohol to dilate further and soothe the jitters. A very sharp blade is needed - best to go with an Xacto knife, I would say - the handle makes it easier to use than a razor blade. Then the actual incisions - this is tricky. You don't want to cut crosswise, cuz the severed tendons render one hand useless. At that point you can't even use it to slice the other wrist, so you've left the job half-done. You need to slice lengthwise to get a good-sized incision - and btw, the skin slips over the top of the artery, and it's not as easy to slice living tissue as you might expect, so since you can't really practice this sort of thing very well, it's probably going to take some trial and error to actually get the artery on both wrists sliced and flowing - especially since by now you're a bit drunk from the alcohol. And of course, you hafta hope you've done an adequate job on the dilation bit, otherwise you'll wake up in a stinkin psych ward, where they'll make your life even more of a hell than it was before... I could go on and on, but I think I've already overused my allocated space in this thread.
Ive heard of businessmen in Hong Kong using charcoal to kill themselves after the market collapse. Seal a room and burn some charcoal and you'll succumb to carbon monoxide poisoning. You pass out before you start painfully suffocating, like a running car in the garage.
I would starve myself to death. If you have the guts to do that, then you would know for sure that suicide is something you really want to do and also you would have plenty of time to change your mind.
Ill MAKE people remember me .. Ill get a stranger to video tape me & tell them im gonna do a magic trick & its for youtube. and ill hang myself .. and ill leave a letter saying "Post this on Youtube" and ill leave behind my poetry I wrote.. So everybody could understand my life & forever remember me & my poems -__-
Leave a small glass of water at the bottom of a tall, multi storey building. Climb to the top of said building, and at the top, change in to full scubadiving gear, including oxygen tank and the likes. Procede to jump from the top of said building, landing close to the glass of water. No one will know if it was suicide or the worst attempt at a magic trick in history.
I mean, I really shouldn't add to this topic. The movie about the comet heading towards earth comes to mind, instead of feeling miserable why not celebrate? Despite, of course, you have the chance to live every moment as if it were your last.
I never would but if the situation arose id want to give myself back to nature so like let a tiger or bear eat me or jump into an ocean of hungry sharks
I've always thought that if I died, I'd like to be taken to the forest and be laid out propped up against a tree and just let nature take it's course on my body.
There's a place that do that with their dead, they take them up to a mountain top and leave them for the animals to eat. But....if they arent eaten they have to smash them up incase evil spirits enter the empty body... Which is kind of a dealbreaker for me!
That is the Zoroaster religion of Persia. Dead people's bodies were placed in towers, called empty towers. So the birds would eat them. In this way they thought that when the birds did their stomach necesities, these people would return to the earth.
Fuck it. Just try and stick it out. I hate my life and have done for 20 yrs even more so since the past 8 yrs when I've been plagued by almost constrant pain with a trapped nerve but I fuckin' hate the idea of people I hate being able to carry on enjoying life while I've done away with myself. I'm just not going to let the selfish shitheads drive me to that and one day things myight be o.k. That's all I want. Just fo things to be o.k.
I think I would rather shoot myself in the head, because it's too quick to suffer or feel pain, and it's reliable. Unfortunately, I would have no idea how to get a gun. I guess I would have to ask around a bit. Or maybe just go to America - then you guys can clean up my brains. As for those people saying it's selfish and tough on others - it's MY life to dispose of. Fortunately I'm far from being so hopeless or desperate - or brave. Because let's face it, it takes balls to kill yourself. Sometimes people say it's cowardly, and that the hard thing is facing up to life - but fuck that shit: I can't imagine anything harder to do than putting an end to yourself. But just imagine the peace and quiet ... the complete extinction of one's petty self. We're so busy living that we forget that we don't mean anything. We're so absorbed in our petty affairs that we think our thoughts and ambitions and dreams and desires and feelings matter. But in a hundred years who'll give a shit about you and me? Just a hundred years! And the universe is older than we can even comprehend. It's really a wonder that we don't postively want to be released from our trivial selves and cares and suffering. But we don't! We cling to life as if it meant something, even when we know it does'nt. Just accept it and make the best of it, I guess!