Antinatalist thoughts

No one asks to be born. Heidegger said it best, we’re thrown into the world. Society then trains us to think in certain ways, and by doing that it limits us. It teaches us what ‘normal’ is, and it’s not long after that we forget that we were children once who only wanted to fit in with norms and codes we couldn’t understand. Society teaches us language too, tethering objects to words and we find it hard to think about objects without our labels for them. After you and I are dead, the English language and its norms will live on through the next generation. I’m not an individual, I’m a vector or a pipe or a node for my society’s norms, customs and language.

This would be depressing enough if everyone had a decent childhood. Coming into this world is a process of becoming limited. You gain more physical freedoms as you lose intellectual ones. It certainly raises questions about how democratic we could be if we’re brought up to believe in only certain things. It’s sad to fully witness all of the ways that people are reactions to their society before anything else, and not the makers of their own destiny.

But it gets worse if you consider what happens to people with rough childhoods. They’re thrown into the world too, but some people land in apple orchards and playpens, some people land in slums and crack houses. There’s a psychology study from Mary Ainsworth on attachment that keeps coming back to me: they brought in many mothers with newborns and paid them to film them, and then checked back with the kids years later. The babies who had parents that weren’t responsive to their kid’s crying grew up scared of life. They became aggressive and hostile. They never felt safe. They became involved in drugs. It became a lot easier to put them in prison. That’s life, that’s existence. Half of that child’s life is written before they are even born, and it’s only after the luck of finding themselves in a good neighborhood that people start to say that they’re self made. So, our environments affect us deeply.

But not only are we thrown into the world, not only does the previous generation make its mark on us, but life will encourage you to pass it on to the next generation. A guy and a girl meet at a party. They’ve both had rough childhoods, neither of them are in great shape financially, they start to drink a little and share things that maybe they shouldn’t, and they start to have some feelings for each other. It is inevitable that they should express this care and concern for each other physically. But what a nightmare it is, that when two people who have had rough childhoods feel the need to comfort each other, the natural tendency is to have sex, in other words, to create more life. A man and a woman get together to commiserate over being thrown into the world. And what do they do? Throw more people into the world! If a lack of intimacy, safety and security is the itch, and if sex is the scratch, the scratch doesn’t cure the itch, no, it spreads it like poison ivy to the next generation. The newborn baby’s life is both the vessel for the disease and the disease itself.

It’s disturbing because the push toward sex is relentless. Bring to mind every pain you’ve ever had in your life. To the men out here, if you’ve ever had sex with a woman, then you’ve done all you’ve needed to do to make another person be susceptible of experiencing that pain. An itch as common as the enjoyment of taking a cool shower in the summer is what pulls another person into the world. How easily we give into sex as adults and how helpless we feel as kids, but do we ever put 2 and 2 together and realize they’re the same thing? And if you’ve ever masturbated (Hah! Ever.), look at your sperm. Your father looked down at the sperm in his hand and wondered if that was going to be you one day. Into the waste basket it goes! Goodbye, millions of lives! Once you hit the completely immature of 13, you possess the tyrannical ability to create life, create hell, for another person. You can summon a human with your genitals. Your own personal Frankenstein.

When you think about things evolutionarily you realize that is our history. What Mr. Meeseeks says in Rick and Morty “Well he roped me into this!”, that’s what your father and his father and his father and his father have all said! They all cursed their fathers for being born yet still twitched their muscles in warm, wet places and still wound up creating more life. That is our evolutionary history. We are a self-replicating life pattern of thoughtless muscle twitches. Life begetting life, without thought to the consequences. We are all spurts of cum that came to life because our fathers couldn’t help themselves. And if we’re not wise, we’ll replicate the pattern again.

What’s the takeaway? Condoms, birth control and vasectomies are fucking sacred as far as I’m concerned. I’m also really pleased with gay and lesbian relationships too. And there are also ways for men to orgasm with ejaculation. But our evolutionary history is mindless fucking, and therefore our existence is owed to mindless fucking. If you would not like to see the damage done to you by life done to another person, CAREFUL HOW YOU FUCK. And for fuck’s sake, let her orgasm first! Her orgasm doesn’t create life but yours does!

Economy as libido (a shitty reading of D&G)

DAE feel like there’s an underlying libido trying to express itself when people talk about free markets? Like how there needs to be less governmental restrictions, women just need to spread their legs more, lower your barriers! Even on an international level, somehow export led development for poor countries seems to sound like (at least to me) “Shake what ‘cha got, girl!”, all in order for some big stud investor country to come over and fuck this little, inexperienced but very attractive countries’ brains out, oh yeah, invest! Invest! Invest! and then the money shot…RETURN ON INVESTMENT!!! Another satisfied customer! Bang bros! I mean, Lehman bros!

Like this is never what they say explicitly but like I just can’t help but think that people think of economics in terms of shitty porn cliches. Maybe I watch too much porn?