Friday, December 29, 2017

Making friends over raclette cheese; and what not to do when a love affair ends

Tonight, I'm in one of the most peaceful places on earth, living a #Travelife. Even if I practice reiki, which is a form of natural energy healing, I decided to get a reiki session for myself and it was amazing. And the rest of the day, I spent taking walks and thinking about Travel and Life while staring out into a vast expanse of beautiful forest.


For some reason, I remembered a party I recently attended, hosted by the Ambassador of a European country. The truly marvelous spread included a vast selection of cheeses and I just couldn't stop eating the raclette, which is basically a wheel of cheese heated in a specially-made contraption and then a portion of it is poured over boiled potatoes and eaten with gherkins and pickled onions

I love raclette, but it's very heavy. And if you eat so much of it, you're often advised to take it with lots of hot tea to ensure that the melted cheese doesn't stick to your insides. 


That night, several people advised me to take wine instead. "The alcohol will ensure that the cheese doesn't stick," they said. And it was during one of my innumerable lining ups at the raclette counter that I met a very interesting man who introduced himself as a pharmacologist. We started talking because he gave me his place in the long line for a plate of raclette cheese

"What exactly do you do as a pharmacologist?" I asked him, more out of courtesy at the outset. If he had so kindly given me a place in line, the least I could do was talk to him -- or so I thought. I had a general idea what the job was all about, but I guess I was just making cocktail party talk. However his answer roused me from the usual cocktail chatter



 "I usually deal with drug overdoses or chemical overdoses from suicide," he answered. Gosh, I'd heard about chemical overdoses from suicide, of course, and how this is probably among the most horrific ways to go. And now I had an authority next to me. 

"Is it really the worst way to go? If someone is going to kill himself, you'd think he'd choose a better way to do it. Or at least a less painful one," I said. 

My new acquaintance sighed. He then said: "The problem is, most people who do take chemicals for suicide aren't thinking straight. The ones I've seen so far are mostly people who are distraught about love affairs and about losing the love of someone, and so they just take anything without thinking hard about the consequences." 


Again, suicide because of a love affair was something I'd seen in movies, or in the opera; but I'd never really thought a significant number of people went this route in real life. I've always believed that if someone is distraught about a love, well, the last thing they should be doing is killing themselves. 

If they're unhappy over the end of a relationship, they should be getting better or getting even, rather than getting chemicals for suicide. Someone who wanted to leave a relationship in the first place won't exactly be shedding tears at their funeral, after all. 

Personally, if something like this happened to me, I'd probably hire a personal trainer, buy a new dress, get a haircut or spend a week in Chiva Som instead


My new acquaintance seemed to read my mind because he said: "You'll be surprised just how many people think about taking their lives when a love affair sours. I get called to advise on such cases very regularly. In fact, if I get a phone call after midnight, I usually already know what this means -- and it's another love affair suicide case."

He added: "It's really too bad, too. Because instead of getting a chemical harmful to their health, they could actually be seeking a chemical that might help them inch nearer towards the fountain of youth instead."

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