The Himegoto of all himegotos—should you sympathize the suicidal?

I’m supposed to go to the mall, but well, the mother of all late-goers just need to postpone it for a gastrointestinal mishap…until the heavy rain came and we're all stuck here indefinitely. Yes, hungry and bored.

Anyway, back to the title—himegoto means ‘secret’ in Japanese. What secret?

A forthnight ago my most favourite cool single-parent uncle came to our house for a few days. He bought along grandma, and of course his kids (Danish, Nadia and Zana, I think) because - it’s his turn to take care of the kids. Hm, anyway, I didn’t get along with kids, especially when Zana was too extrovert to my liking (thus she fits with my sister), and the rest of them are too quiet. Did I tell you Nadia looks exactly like Miranda Cosgrove (the little girl in Drake and Josh)? My sis the no.1 fan of D&J thinks so anyway.

Back to my uncle. Well, he never told us why he got divorced, or why the kids seems to be down every time the holidays came and they had to spend time at their mom’s house (All those visitation rights stuff that I don’t understand). And when I asked my mom (I was 10 then), she said that they were down because their mom is ill all the time so it’s not really fun to be around her. What I didn’t know is that she put the term ill in a different meaning…I mean, uncle’s wife is REALLY ill…mentally. She’s a bit on the psychotic side (term that my brother used). They say she acted in a strange way everytime, all the time. And the kids…are really traumatized everytime it’s auntie’s turn to take care of the kids. Uncle used to trick them into going on a joyride or something, or on a visit to a relative house (turns out uncle is using our house as a ‘transit’ before getting them all to auntie’s house) and the kids would later found out that they were actually going to their mom’s house, they would be crying, kicking and screaming…and all that. And I don’t need to tell you the other weird things that happen when uncle visits her house…uncle said that as long as she doesn’t do ‘anything weird’ to the kids, he’ll put up with that and not trying to take full custody.
I’m kinda puzzled how uncle got hooked up with her. First of all, he was the gentlemen of all gentlemens, not that good-looking, but one look at him you’ll know he’s your next-door nice guy type. The type that opens the door for you. Sort of. And miss auntie? Well, she is weird in the weird factor…her colleagues know that, her family probably does too. All sorts of weird obsessive behavior. So, uncle, with all his country-boy charm, could easily snag a Miss World or two, but how come he’s stuck with her?

That mystery is solved with my brother, who on the third day of their visit, managed to become ‘the cool brother he never had’ to Danish (not the pastry dear, stop the saliva) and my bro just went form the dude who played videogames all day to the dude that holds the hands of the kid while going on a shopping trip with him. Wow, and he weaved into uncle’s heart who even let him participate in the ‘adults only’ discussion—in my family the adults don’t mix with the kids—and not even one member of my five siblings has never been invited to ‘the coffee table discussion’ before although most of us are above 18. Anyway, back to the discussion…

If you are obsessed with a guy who is so popular and well-liked that you’ll hardly get a chance to get him in a normal flirt session, what should you do?

Well, try and jump a building.

I’m serious. That’s what she did.

She wanted to jump a building, after claiming that it is because my uncle rejected his advances.

Well, Mr gentleman did the right thing; coax her to come down. But he promised to marry her too.

And it goes downhill from there.

To uncle or Zana (the eldest), if you read this, I didn’t mean to hurt anybody’s feelings. What’s done is done. But it gives me a good lesson: Don’t sacrifice your happiness for the ultimate happiness of others. Well, not all the time. Definitely not in this case anyway. Because you may lead to other people’s sadness and suffering.

Should you pity the suicidal ? Lesson #1: NEVER. Just send them to the psychiatrist.