Dear Life, Go Fuck Yourself…
The more I live, the more I’m so glad I never subjected any new, non-consenting individuals to the unfortunate state of existence.
So I was recently offered another job without basically even trying. Of course, being downright broke I felt compelled to take it, even though I know I’m going to fucking hate it. Of course, I’ve hated every job I’ve ever had, so why should this one be any different? The notion of loving one’s job is foreign to me, and I’d be willing to bet that everybody on the face of this planet hates their job. Work is something we have to do rather than want to.
Compound this fact with the fact most of us spend most of our waking hours at work and that results in the fact that very little of our time is spent pursuing those things which we derive pleasure from. Now tell me again how exactly pleasure outweighs pain? Oh that’s right, IT FUCKING DOESN’T!!!!!!
This is just another real-world example of Benatar’s second argument in favor of antinatalism, and is further evidence why it is unethical to bring new, non-consenting individuals into the unfortunate state of existence.
If there is a sliver lining to this, well, maybe in a few weeks on this new job (they are paying me quite well) I’ll be able to walk into my local indoor gun range, buy a gun and eat it. Oh that option sounds so lovely right now. I know it’s not 100% guaranteed to work, but a fairly big caliber in the mouth has a 99+% chance of being fatal so at this point in my life that small of a risk is one I’m willing to take.