so the farmers market was fantastic, as always.
i picked up some new incense and a necklace for pip's birthday
(a week late, of course.)

on the way back, a man, of about 22, 23 maybe, decided to show off in his pretty black car,
never did get the make or model, but irregardless, it was fantastic.


'today was pretty much flawless,' i think as i sip my strong, half hazelnut, half puetro rican blend coffee from a nice brunette vendor.


then my mouth went dry.

i saw a billboard, with words scrawled across it
'SUICIDE is not the way. call your doctor today!'
with a happy looking sun (oblivious, obviously) smiling warmly from the right side.
SUICIDE was written in big, hot pink letters.

suicide is not hot pink.
suicide is not blue, not black.
suicide is not a color.
suicide is horrifying.

the people who designed this billboard apparently didn't think this seven letter swear was eye catching enough.

they made it hot pink.

these masters of the media obviously haven't ever had to deal with suicide, or depression for that matter if they think they can make SUICIDE in this mad fiery shade of fuschia and punchy font.

it's just a billboard to the people rushing home for their hour lunch break,
but to some people,
a lot of people,
me,
it was insulting.
it was downright disgusting.


maybe i'm not being fair. maybe i'm overreacting.
maybe i'm the only one in the world who finds it unfair.
maybe they actually thought someone who was near ending their own life would look up at that gaudy, hot pink, billboard with the punchy obnoxious font and think
'i'm going to call my doctor.'


maybe.

but either way you sugar coat it,
either way you try to make it slide down easy,
suicide is not hot pink.
Current Music: too pissed for music.