
Imaginos
Full-time layabout
- Apr 7, 2018
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Before the Nazis began exterminating Jews/Roma they first started out on culling the severely mentally ill, or those they deemed posed no useful benefit to society. Yes, it's barbaric and tramples all over human rights and all that sort of crap, but honestly, I personally wouldn't have minded being executed. Not for the sake of society of course, since, as far as I'm concerned, society owes me everything possible to make my existence easier, whereas I don't owe it a god damn thing. Be that as it may, euthanization of the mentally ill, applied in the right way, could actually be one of the most merciful procedures ever.
Truth be told, if someone could've divined what my fate was going to ultimately be, as in living as a perpetually isolated/miserable hermit, then I'd much rather if they could've just executed me as a baby. It's an impossible thing to ever know one way or the other, which essentially makes the topic pointless, but assuming one could have known, then the only recourse from then on should've been a lethal injection. Nothing has justified or warranted my time spent on this planet. Other people might have their little schmaltzy stories about things that might've briefly made up for their rotten lives, but me? Nope. There hasn't been a single fucking thing of that nature that's ever happened to me, in even the tiniest degree, at all.
When it comes down to it, mental disabilities of this nature lead to an insanely low quality of life, regardless of whatever one's outward circumstances are. Such as whether you have a lot of money/support, or not. Even people with the most extreme physical disabilities still might posses strong minds/spirits, which allows them a good chance of coming to enjoy their lives. In my case, my mind/spirit are so insanely brittle and corrosive that it essentially means zero possibility I'll ever enjoy life, making my time here on this planet utterly self-defeating and pointless. If someone is never going to enjoy their life, such as coming to chronically suffer from anhedonic depression, then they really just ought to be killed, since there's essentially no use in them remaining alive at that point. I guess I'm only speaking for myself here, but I just wish I could've been euthanized as an infant to spare me what has otherwise been an utterly loathsome and unhappy existence that, I can rather confidently say, will never change for the better.
Even assuming the insanely low likelihood that it could, it'll never make up for the literal DECADES of pain, anxiety, misery, disappointment, boredom, and just all around general discomfort that I've had to suffer through. In other words, no amount of possible juice is worth that kind of squeeze and, in my case, my tongue's already long rotted away and fallen out of what might as well be at this point a flesh barren skull.
Truth be told, if someone could've divined what my fate was going to ultimately be, as in living as a perpetually isolated/miserable hermit, then I'd much rather if they could've just executed me as a baby. It's an impossible thing to ever know one way or the other, which essentially makes the topic pointless, but assuming one could have known, then the only recourse from then on should've been a lethal injection. Nothing has justified or warranted my time spent on this planet. Other people might have their little schmaltzy stories about things that might've briefly made up for their rotten lives, but me? Nope. There hasn't been a single fucking thing of that nature that's ever happened to me, in even the tiniest degree, at all.
When it comes down to it, mental disabilities of this nature lead to an insanely low quality of life, regardless of whatever one's outward circumstances are. Such as whether you have a lot of money/support, or not. Even people with the most extreme physical disabilities still might posses strong minds/spirits, which allows them a good chance of coming to enjoy their lives. In my case, my mind/spirit are so insanely brittle and corrosive that it essentially means zero possibility I'll ever enjoy life, making my time here on this planet utterly self-defeating and pointless. If someone is never going to enjoy their life, such as coming to chronically suffer from anhedonic depression, then they really just ought to be killed, since there's essentially no use in them remaining alive at that point. I guess I'm only speaking for myself here, but I just wish I could've been euthanized as an infant to spare me what has otherwise been an utterly loathsome and unhappy existence that, I can rather confidently say, will never change for the better.
Even assuming the insanely low likelihood that it could, it'll never make up for the literal DECADES of pain, anxiety, misery, disappointment, boredom, and just all around general discomfort that I've had to suffer through. In other words, no amount of possible juice is worth that kind of squeeze and, in my case, my tongue's already long rotted away and fallen out of what might as well be at this point a flesh barren skull.