caught some of that from GSB's article.
asking questions, and big ones--meaning of life and God. his curiosity is what a good college wants.
but that heavy thinking is going on with his discovery that people can really suck and be two-faced. we've been there. so, he's in a meaningless world for now (had he kept at it, maybe he would have given it meaning, or found that there is meaning, but that's no criticism) with untrustworthy people. these are normal questions any thinking person asks, but everything combined was overwhelming.
add to that all that he has on his shoulders: $ problems, family in a hotel, mom not feeling well, and his going off to college.
my guess is that kids in his position didn't fall b/w the cracks as much way back when. we were better at taking care of each other in some ways because everyone was poor. my grandfather grew up in an orphanage in Jersey City. He lost track of all his several siblings. his family just fell apart--we can't figure out how or why. Some went to other orphanages in Jersey City and Staten Island, but most were taken in by Bayonne families. (I'm NOT advocating orphanages.) during the depression, my grandmother's 2 younger brothers lived with my dad and my grandparents before they went into the Marines in 1937. the neighborhood families bought the local doctor a house after he got his M.D., and in return, he treated people for low amounts and let people pay over time--he never put anyone in the poorhouse.
poverty isn't new. As Christ said, the poor will always be with us. I'm sure this poor kid's forebears went thru worse than mine did. My dad went to rent parties in the '50s. everyone was broke. but i think that that made the working class attuned to people's silent and secret pain, because we all went thru it, we all knew the deal. guys he arrested as a detective would later on borrow $ from him interest free--and they always paid him back. he knew what they were up against. he never went out of his way to hurt anyone. and we paid more attention to one another. Kafka worried about long-term effects of moving from the country to cities like Prague and Paris in which no one knew you and no one really cared to know you. in cities, you don't need relationships to function; you just need $.
of course, he's depressed--who wouldn't be? and he's got to look at assholes on Facebook living pretend lives so he then focuses on how bad he's got it, instead of maybe just fighting thru??? who the heck knows?
NOW we give the family a helping hand AFTER the son dies.
God Bless him and his family.