Hmm

I used to firmly believe that strength is needed for suicide, and now that the issue has resurfaced, I decided to think about why that might not be the case. And I came to the conclusion that it still is.
It seems that humans are inherently inclined to consume garbage: our ancestors did it, working as serfs, dying at 15 from pneumonia and picking worms out of the walls of their dugouts; half of our contemporaries consume it in underdeveloped countries, or under dictators, or simply as a result of unfortunate life circumstances; our children will consume it, along with boiled cockroach anuses. Safe doses of garbage can even be beneficial – they can strengthen a person's digestive system and teach them not to turn up their nose or run out of the room at the sight of this delicacy. And if a person is placed in a suitable environment from birth, they may not even know that there is another way, and they will not identify themselves as someone who is having a bad time. In any case, a person consciously or unconsciously feeds themselves with the lie that things will somehow improve.
As a result, on the one hand, we have a certain layer of attention-seekers who are cutting themselves and shouting from rooftops for half an hour about how they don't want to live; alcoholics and drug addicts who are quite successfully making their miserable existence more bearable; all sorts of orphans, workers, garbage collectors, and disabled people who live by habit and have long since stopped hoping for anything – all of them spoil the sample. And on the other hand, we have proud warriors of the past (and present) who choose death, as well as simply decisive people who quietly and peacefully end their lives – playing for the result. And also stupid schoolchildren who post a farewell status on VKontakte and jump off the roof, but here there is always some kind of idiot involved.