You can’t know what’s going on in someone else’s head.
Why am I paraphrasing a television character? First, I’ve come to understand and accept this phrase all too well over the past few years. Second, I learned yesterday that a former co-worker had killed himself in a police stand-off in St. Joseph, MO, in 2011. I didn’t know him particularly well other than a few facts: he was the network administrator for my former employer, he used to work as a pr0n link tester, and he once jumped out of a moving vehicle one day as we were heading to lunch. It was a slow-moving vehicle, but moving nonetheless. I would argue that normal, well-adjusted people don’t make good on their threat to exit a vehicle because they don’t like the restaurant selection. Then again, who’s to say what’s normal or well-adjusted?
There were always rumors surrounding his tenure and departure that ranged from the benign to the outrageous and his mysterious disappearance only fuelled these rumors His suicide isn’t necessarily empirical evidence, but it would seem that the pendulum was sticking very close to the outrageous. Even knowing what I do, I still can’t wrap my head around his motivation. I only hope his family has been able to find some understanding and a measure of comfort since his passing.