@Chase
I'm glad you're not looking for a quarrel with me, because (having currently read only the first line of your post) I'm going to completely ignore any responses related to my feelings concerning Trump voters, like I should have done in this topic in the first place. I feel I've covered that ground more than enough and I don't think there's much to add.
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Okay, read it all.
The #1 flaw in arguments people offer me in favor of not dying is that they assume I'm as noble as all my rhetoric. In reality, I'm selfish to the core, just like most people. As far as I'm concerned, the bulk of this country (I'm including those who couldn't get off their asses to vote) just spit in my face, including many members of my own community. You know that thing they say about a woman scorned? Yeah. As a feely type, I don't actually make my decisions based on the logical arguments I spew. I make them based on how I feel, and I feel betrayed. So when I consider my last sanctuary, the one thing they can't take from me, I don't really concern myself with how others would feel about it. Killing myself would solve the problem for me. If that's cowardice, then my action would only serve to confirm that I was exactly who I thought I was.
Of course, it's not an action I would necessarily recommend to others in a similar situation. People differ in all sorts of ways. How much do you enjoy life? How much pain can you take before it starts to break you? For me, the answers are both "not much". But others may be different. Ultimately, it's just a matter of preference.
And... you're wrong. I'm not good at fighting, I'm just good at arguing, As we've seen time and again, it's not a terribly helpful skill. And I'm also good at hiding, running away, building a defensive shell around myself that keeps everyone else out. I'm better at that than ever now, and worse than ever at trusting. And I don't need what you think I need. I can make my wall unbreakable, stifle my loneliness forever, and do it all on my own.
Of course, I don't really want to. But it's my safety net. My assurance that things can only get so bad.