I've never attempted suicide nor do I have the capability to attempt it, but it's where my mind has been wandering a lot lately. Suicide might cause a lot of people grief but who's to say that people won't grow from that grief and become inspired to better their own lives? I feel satisfied with the amount of life I lived, and I feel very lucky to have the opportunities I have. Despite this, life only has so much to offer. Even if you better your own life to the point that you like, we live in a world and society of misfortune and mundaness. I can't help but feel the daily grind associated with life is superficial. I feel like my connection with most people in general is superficial. Living in Seattle (a populated and growing city), there's no shortage of people. Yet there is a shortage of people that I meet on a daily basis that inspire me. You know, people that I can make a substantial connection with. It's not anybody's fault. Even though I spend the vast majority of my time with other people (family, little brother, couple of close friends) and come into contact with dozens of other people on a daily basis - I feel extremely alone.
To tie this back into the thread, I know why the relationship at its very core didn't work. B and I were very different people with different values. My interest in her only grew because she appeared to take genuine interest in me (for awhile). But it's extremely rare that I encounter women that I do have any amount of genuine interest in. And when I do meet one, they are always in a different situation than I. This is something that I can't fix and I find difficult to cope with. Am I taking the idea of a relationship too seriously? Is this "all or none" mentality too much?