Pluto
Meowing to go out
- Dec 27, 2020
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I was thinking today about how strange the argument of living for the sake of others is. I should preface this that I'm viewing this as an outsider. I have no significant family or friends who would miss me if I were gone. My employer would have to cover my shifts and there would be some paperwork for the government, that's about it. For those who do have loved ones, I sympathise with how distressing this would be and am not meaning to trivialise your dilemma. Nor am I arguing in favour of CTB.
Anyway, the old argument goes that people should not CTB because doing so would abandon one's community or loved ones. Like calling it quits in the middle of a football match and leaving an additional burden on your teammates. In a world where almost everyone is suffering, it would amount to selfishly exiting to eliminate one's own misery, only to bring a new level of burden to those who left behind. To transfer a grief-bomb of mourning, distress, anger, guilt and blame games on top of their existing hardships. That sort of thing.
But what struck me today is that we are bringing all this suffering upon ourselves.
Once people push on like battle-hardened warriors through insufferable life conditions, it is almost inevitable that they will procreate. The logic behind procreation is that ...it just happens? Or it's expected by default, and only non-procreators need to justify themselves (some cultures even refer to non-breeders as 'selfish' since the government wants ever more fresh young taxpayers)? Or we are so proud of our family/community for having endured such misery together that we trauma-bonded heroes surely must sustain our great peoples unto future generations?
Then the next generation goes through their own hardships, falls into despondency and wonders what the point is, only to find themselves peer-pressured to abstain from suicide so that they do not abandon their people. "Life wasn't mean to be easy," it is argued. "Others have been through even worse and managed to survive, so don't let us down!" Thus pressured, the new generation push on despite struggling with all manner of difficulties, pain, drama and heartbreak. Suffering is normalised and all criticism of our unexplainable lifestyle is censored for being 'negative'. The new generation barely survives and then procreates. The population grows some more. Biodiversity shrinks some more. Rinse and repeat.
Has this cycle of misery been going on for thousands of years? Is this not lunacy of the highest order? Is the human race not a weird cult of self-imposed, endlessly-perpetuated hardship? A game of surviving and procreating without ever asking why?
Anyway, the old argument goes that people should not CTB because doing so would abandon one's community or loved ones. Like calling it quits in the middle of a football match and leaving an additional burden on your teammates. In a world where almost everyone is suffering, it would amount to selfishly exiting to eliminate one's own misery, only to bring a new level of burden to those who left behind. To transfer a grief-bomb of mourning, distress, anger, guilt and blame games on top of their existing hardships. That sort of thing.
But what struck me today is that we are bringing all this suffering upon ourselves.
Once people push on like battle-hardened warriors through insufferable life conditions, it is almost inevitable that they will procreate. The logic behind procreation is that ...it just happens? Or it's expected by default, and only non-procreators need to justify themselves (some cultures even refer to non-breeders as 'selfish' since the government wants ever more fresh young taxpayers)? Or we are so proud of our family/community for having endured such misery together that we trauma-bonded heroes surely must sustain our great peoples unto future generations?
Then the next generation goes through their own hardships, falls into despondency and wonders what the point is, only to find themselves peer-pressured to abstain from suicide so that they do not abandon their people. "Life wasn't mean to be easy," it is argued. "Others have been through even worse and managed to survive, so don't let us down!" Thus pressured, the new generation push on despite struggling with all manner of difficulties, pain, drama and heartbreak. Suffering is normalised and all criticism of our unexplainable lifestyle is censored for being 'negative'. The new generation barely survives and then procreates. The population grows some more. Biodiversity shrinks some more. Rinse and repeat.
Has this cycle of misery been going on for thousands of years? Is this not lunacy of the highest order? Is the human race not a weird cult of self-imposed, endlessly-perpetuated hardship? A game of surviving and procreating without ever asking why?
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