[juanhacko]

I'm 60 years old, in good health, but I never grew up.
In my teens and twenties I spent a lot of outpatient time with a couple of psychiatrists.
I had a really bad year in 1965, and at one point I mentioned I was having suicidal thoughts.
My shrink at the time said something which has stuck with me forever.
He said go ahead and commit suicide--after you have exhausted all other options.
Guess What--I've been working on exhausting them ever since--and I haven't succeeded.
Life is frequently hell for me--and for a lot of other people--but somehow I cope.
No matter how shitty life gets I still have a good time!
Juan.