On the way to work a couple days ago, I was musing about suicide. (Please note the distinct difference between musing and considering.) The thing that triggered this was that I started bringing music along for the ride—you'll see why that matters in a second. Anyway, I've never really understood why someone would want to commit suicide, except for people who are in extraordinary pain from an incurable medical condition. Then it hit me: something that might cause me to become suicidal. If I ever lost (1) my vision, (2) my hearing, or (3) the ability to use at least one of my hands, maybe, just maybe, I wouldn't be able to take it. Those are the three things that terrify me the most: missing out on seeing people, pictures, and movies; listening to voices and music; and the ability to easily manipulate objects. Luckily, the chances of any of those tragic things happening to me is extremely slim. But, the very idea kind of does creep me out.
I'm not sure that I'd miss my sense of smell and taste that much. It would certainly make it much easier to eat healthy foods. Granted, it would suck... but I could definitely get over it.