When my gram died, I reevaluated the value of life. It pissed me off that she wanted to live and that wasn't an option for her. Life was no longer an option, made me angry for a long time. So, I stopped talking to people who had life as an option but preferred a slow death. Anyone who does an insane amount of drunks, is an alcoholic, is suicidal or just a bum with no ambitions I no longer talk to. I know it sounds harsh, but I can't watch them waste their lives when there are people out there who want to live but no longer have that option.