I'm A Hero.

Would I? I don't know. I can't judge my behavior in such a situation, as I have never been in one, and my life experience is not helpful here. I would jump if I had the willpower. Because it seems reasonable and right to me.

I wasn't mistaken that you would answer exactly that - "I don't know." Only, I don't think dying is reasonable or right. It's as if I owe something to someone. And not just something, but the most valuable thing a person has.

And someone would punch the prankster in the face beforehand, for tripping the old man. Automatically, under the influence of emotions. And he wouldn't think about how he looks in the eyes of others. And he wouldn't feel bad about it afterwards, he would help the old man up and walk away. And his self-esteem wouldn't suffer.

Yes, first of all, of course, you need to punch someone in the face and, out of noble motives, chase after the scoundrels while the old man is lying on the asphalt with a heart attack or asphyxia. And then, how his self-esteem will soar. And for two whole months, he will tell everyone about it several times, embellishing what happened.

Homeless people, foresters, explorers - you overestimate the importance of the human factor. You can choose any sociophobic recluse, who doesn't like people or society, as the most banal example. He would definitely choose the second option in the poll, without thinking for a second.

I wouldn't be able to handle the third one.

If there was no possibility to return, he would endure it. And the fourth, and the tenth, and the twentieth, and any. A person adapts to everything, even to losing the Meaning of Life, which consists of a trip to his mother-in-law for pancakes.

Even if we ignore all the lofty feelings, there remains sex, which is fundamentally necessary for an adult. No, I'm not that far from animals in this regard.

It's funny to read this after that:

A person does not live only by instincts, at least I believe in it.

And I - do not believe that one of the arguments for suicide is the subsequent inability to satisfy oneself. This is so absurd that it cannot be considered an argument.

Dying is not pleasant, especially in the ways you described. And is it pleasant to stay alive when your parents, children, close and loved ones have died?

No one promised that life itself should be a series of pleasant amusements. And dying because of this is the same as dying from losing a wallet or having a car stolen.

In words, everyone is Leo Tolstoy, but when it comes to action, at one fine moment, all the imaginary family ties or the imposed social stereotype of love will disappear, and only fear will remain. Such a close and real fear of death. And this is not a shameful fear. No books about brave fantasy heroes jumping into a dragon's mouth will eradicate it.

P.S.

If the instinct of self-preservation could not be suppressed, there would be no wars - soldiers would run away as soon as they saw each other.

Meanwhile, in the aforementioned war, soldiers had commissar's guns pointed at their backs, which cannot but be depressing when thinking about desertion. And this factor should not be underestimated in any case.