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  1. Autobiography The earliest memory I could remember was my mother and father pushing me along in a baby stroller. I recall the stroller having a rainbow sun visor that didn't work for shit. I was very uncomfortable and hot, I felt like I was going to die, that day I didn't know that the worst was yet to come. Growing up I didn't like a lot of things, milk, vegetables and electrical outlets. So much so that I would either throw the milk, not eat my vegetables or stick my baby fingers into outlets. The result; discomfort and pain for either me or my mother. My mother and I have a long history, not all glamorous but it had it's ups and downs. My father was never in the picture so not having a strong male influence was hard for my mom. I turned out great, and hopefully she thinks so too. Though growing up since she had weight problems naturally I did as well. I was always a chubby kid and miserable. I was so self conscious that when I was on the swim team I would wear a swim shirt. I was bullied of course and made fun of in and outside of school. I still even remember the bully's name to this day; Ryan Fisher. Since I didn't know how to stand up for myself my mother forced me to play football for 3 years. I absolutely loathed the sport and her for forcing me through three years of football. I hated it so much I would lock myself in the bathroom and say “I'm going to the bathroom” to avoid having to go to football practice. This made me feel even worse along with having to deal with my chubbiness at the time. Fast forward to middle school and you have a different kid. Thank God for puberty. Usually people say that it was awkward, but for me it was a blessing. It turns out that I just wasn't growing until I hit puberty and once that happened I shot up and was very slim. I had a 6 pack for the first time in my life and I was very much in shape. I could physically overpower the other kids. Which is the reason why I started wrestling in 6th grade. I took a chance and found out that I was actually good at the sport. I was a machine. Once puberty hit I never looked back. I even took a chance and joined the school football team in the 8th grade and continued to play all 4 years of high school. I love playing and watching football, especially the Ravens. Toward the end of high school my mother underwent gastric bypass surgery, quit smoking and started to run. For a short period in my life I was happy, I was happy for my situation, my friends, my family, and most of all myself. Looking back high school was the most changing experience however. High school was where everything was changed. Girls took residence on radar. Though my first real relationship was in middle school high school is where a lot of stuff happened for me. During my jr. year was when I started really dating. The girl was a senior and she was very nice, and before I knew it prom was right around the corner. However for some reason she was very protective of her phone which was weird because she was never that way before. I did a little investigating unlocked her phone and found out that she was talking to another guy. Oh how the world crumbled around me. I confronted her and she had this to say “Well I told you not to go in my phone.” Despite this we still went to prom. The next girlfriend I had was a very self conscious individual and was there to witness what had happened with me and my ex at the time. She was there to help me pick up the pieces and for a while we were happy. She told me she loved me and I told her the same, it was a happy relationship we had going on and we promised not to ever cheat on one another. Fast forward 11 months into the future and only 11 days until our anniversary. We were talking over skype when she dropped the bombshell of all bombshells. She had told me that she had been talking to another guy and sure enough my girlfriend broke up with me and surprisingly enough cheated on me. This time however I was a wreck, and I didn't know how to cope. When I look back on my life however, I only regret not living puberty to it's fullest. Finally here I am today, that's my life in a short nutshell. I am currently enrolled into Elizabethtown College and I am enjoying it here. I have been working hard and I have still not decided what I should chose to focus on for a major. However I know where]ever life will take me next I will surely be in it for the long haul.
  2. When making any sort of decision, which do you follow: your brain, your heart, or your instincts? There are pros and cons to each. Choices made with your brain are the most well thought out and logical but can leave you unsatisfied. With your heart you will likely feel good about what you're doing, but it won't always work out. And with your instincts you can sometimes feel extremely confident in what you're doing, but your instincts aren't always right. Personally I almost always use my head, but I trust my instincts above all else. If they give me a strong feeling about something, I never ignore it.
  3. Spikey-Wikey

    Where I’ve been...

    Hello, everyone, I last visited this website on September 24, 2015. I lost my password, couldn’t recover, and decided to leave this site behind. I left the MLP wiki (my wikia username is Gavin the Otter, it used to be Spike the Dragon) later on in May 2016. I regret not leaving both sites sooner. After almost 2 years of absence from the MLP fandom, and no intention to return, I’ve decided to just come back here one final time, to tell everyone where I am in life now. In about November 2014, I became really depressed, and it lasted until about March 2015. MLP stuff just brings back too much bad memories, I’m sorry. My interest in MLP came to a halt in about February 2016, and a little bit later on, I realised that I had no interest in the show anymore. I also realised me getting into the fandom was a big mistake. Before I lost interest in the show, I really got interested in furries (primary fandom now), and I also got really into animes like Naruto, Attack on Titan, and kind of Fairy Tail too. I still think MLP is a decent show, but I doubt I’ll ever watch it again. On a side note, in about February 2015, I became an atheist, after being a lifelong Catholic. Surprise, I’m a Catholic again, but not a super religious one, as I still hold fairly liberal viewpoints, but not super liberal ones. So, yeah, I’m once again a Catholic. I have nothing against the MLP fandom, as I did make a lot of good friends in it, but I feel like I should’ve left that behind me a long time ago. But I’m back again to end it on a positive note. Thank you for anyone on this website who was my friend while I was here. I’m sorry if I’ve ever upset anyone here or made anyone uncomfortable, but I’m sure we can all put that stuff behind us now. I’ve became much more mature within the past few years, so I’m capable of not making such a mess over stuff now. So, yeah, there you have it. I’m no longer a brony, though I don’t hate MLP at all. I don’t regret getting into this fandom, but I made a lot of mistakes here. If you ever make a mistake, then the only thing you can do is admit it, learn from it, and attempt to not let it happen. I’m glad I’ve met anyone I met in the MLP fandom, because that’s just how things happened in my life, and I like my life. Thank you for reading this, I wish you all good luck in life, goodbye.
  4. This has likely been done before but what the hay, if this is taken down it's taken down. Anyhoof, if you were given one legal name change for your real one what would it be? It can be AAAANYTHING you like, a name you prefer, an item, your OC name, anything. I would change my name from Keenan Green to Leon Green, reason? Because my original birth name was Leon but it was changed when I was about 5 months old.
  5. I'm a little bored so I decided to make this post friendly to discuss a little about the different personalities and points of view, so let's get started! I am the kind of person who believes that forgiveness is good ... either because of some bad word you said, some comment, some bad action ... or something that we regret, I think forgiveness is good (eye, this does not mean that because there is the word forgiveness we have the right to be bad, none of that, do not confuse.) in your case, Do you have trouble saying "I'm sorry"? Justify your answer
  6. During the 56th episode of his Making Sense podcast, entitled "Abusing Dolores", my favorite thinker and philosopher, Sam Harris, explained that it would be monstrously evil to create conscious, artificially intelligent machines that are capable of suffering. To do so would be a highly unethical crime, and would create suffering where there was none before. I completely agree, but I believe this begs a follow-up question--perhaps the most important question ever asked: if it's unethical to create artificial machines that can suffer, then why is okay to create organic ones? I submit that it's not. I believe that it is unethical to create conscious life. Every conscious life-form that we know of has a natural bias towards life. Once we are alive, we tend to want to stay that way for as long as possible. We have a strong survival instinct, and for good reason, for I cannot imagine any life being able to sustain and perpetuate itself otherwise. The vast majority of people also have a very natural and intuitive fear of death--a fear of nothingness, of the lights going out forever. Most people believe very strongly that something is better than nothing, and that life is the greatest gift you can ever give or receive. I argue that these intuitions, like so very many of our intuitions, are flawed. I believe that we ought not to create conscious life of any kind, under any circumstances. To do so is, in my view, a highly immoral act. I believe that the human race should voluntarily cease reproduction, making the current youngest generation the last, and let ourselves go extinct. At this point, I want you to notice the offense, revulsion, and repugnance you may be feeling at such a notion, and the walls of resistance that may be going up around you in opposition to such a vile idea. Merely notice these feelings, but try to set them aside for the moment. Stick with me until the end, and I promise that your feelings will be addressed before I'm done. Consciousness, or the character of having a first-person experience--the feeling that it's "like something" to be you--is the only reason why anything in the universe matters to begin with. Without consciousness, without experience, matter has no meaning or purpose whatsoever. Consciousness is the cash value of the universe. Life only matters because we have an experience, and experience shapes everything. I believe that the only purpose to being alive is to experience happiness in some form. I'm not arguing for pure hedonism, and it is, of course, unethical to reap happiness at the expense of others. However, I maintain that the experience of positive emotions is the only reason to be alive. Everything we do in life, every single thought and action, is oriented towards this goal of experiencing joy, happiness, or pleasure in some form, or bringing those emotions to others. Naturally, many actions lead us into into needless suffering because we are notoriously bad judges of what we want, and what will benefit us most. But everything we do is for this purpose, even when it may seem otherwise. Even the most arduous labor is for the goal of bettering our life in some way, such that we may enjoy the fruits of that labor. Many actions we take are unpleasant in the moment, but we know they will yield greater rewards in the long-term, such as a difficult and fatiguing work-out at the gym. We go to work because we know life will be better and more comfortable for us and those we love if we have a reasonable amount of money. Even if work is unnecessary to earn a living, we still engage in challenging or creative pursuits because they bring us fulfillment, a positive emotion that we continually seek. We give of ourselves and our time in order to create a better life for others. We work hard and sacrifice of ourselves to raise our children, such that they might enjoy the fruits of a good life. We work hard to build a better world for future generations. We experience our own forms of joy and fulfillment when accomplishing these tasks. Even the most altruistic of pursuits, intended only to benefit others, still yield positive emotions to us. It can be argued that our lives can be reduced to an attempt to maximize happiness and minimize suffering. Even if one is determined to devote themselves wholly to others, to the complete exclusion of their own happiness and well being, the fact remains that the only reason to help others is so that somewhere, someday, someone might experience happiness. There is no other reason to do anything. There is no other endgame. The concept of morality itself is a reflection of the purpose of life--a navigation problem between happiness and suffering. Life is a quest to maximize one and mitigate the other, so morality is simply a question of which direction you're navigating towards on this spectrum. To intentionally cause suffering is unethical. That's about all there is to it. Now think about the character of life in its beginnings--Existence is non-consensual; we all know that none of us chooses to be born. Existence is thrust upon us without our permission. We have absolutely no say in who or what we are, or whether we exist or not, and by the time we are old enough to understand that we are alive, we already have an investment in life. We also all know that every life contains suffering, albeit some much more than others. But no matter who you are or how good your life, it will still contain pain, loss, and suffering. Many people suffer unimaginably for a multitude of reasons, but even if you're the happiest, healthiest person on Earth, time will eventually break down your body, everyone you love will die, and so will you. Simply put--to create life is to create suffering. If you create a life, that life will contain suffering. There's no way around it. Some people are absolutely fine with this deal. Others are not. Many people greatly resent being thrust into this world without their consent, fated to endure whatever suffering awaits them. It is horribly unethical to force this upon a person. My thesis would change entirely if time and physics worked in some sort of non-linear way, such that we could be consulted before our own conception, and asked if we would like to live. Unfortunately, it seems impossible to even imagine a universe where that would be possible. To create life is to create suffering without permission, and thus, it is immoral and should never be done. Now, the intuitions and defenses that are undoubtedly overflowing within you at this moment are extremely powerful and very natural. I will attempt to explain why they are wrong. We have a very deep-seated bias towards existence. Humans intuitively feel, very strongly, that no matter how bad life may be, it's better than no life at all. We tend to feel immensely grateful for life, and we feel that giving another person a chance at life is a precious gift. We also tend to feel, very strongly, that if we had not been born, we would be missing out on the joys of life. We have an intuitive fear of "missing out". We look around at the good things in our lives and think, "Just look at all this joy and wonder. Look at what I would have missed out on had I not been born." But the fact is that if a person doesn't exist, they are not "missing out" on anything, because "missing out" is predicated on existence. A person cannot be missing out if they don't exist, because there is no one to do the missing. In order to miss out on something, you must first exist. If your friends have a party and don't invite you, and you sit home alone, then you are missing out. If you had never been born in the first place, then you are not missing out. People intuitively feel that to not exist is to be deprived of happiness, but this is not so. We only feel this way because we are looking at existence through a very narrow lens, framed by our own life. We think about the good things we feel, and imagine being robbed of those things, and we imagine what that would feel like, which is predicated on existence yet again. We imagine our lives without our loved ones, and we imagine how our loved ones would feel without us. Again, this is all framed from a perspective of existence in the first place. Non-existence is not the tragedy that people think. There's nothing wrong with not existing. I submit that people need to outgrow the intuition that non-existence is the worst thing that can ever happen to you. This is a completely faulty mindset, as there's no you for this horrible fate to befall if you don't exist. To understand why a lack of existence does not equate to a deprivation of happiness, we need only look at beings who don't currently exist. Take my sister, for example. I don't have a sister. I have one brother. My parents stopped at two, but what if they didn't? What if my parents had a third child--a daughter? Let's call her Ashley. Think of all the joys that Ashley might have known. Look at what she's missing out on. Look at all the joys that the rest of us are missing out on by not having Ashley in our lives....except that nobody is actually missing out on anything, because there is no Ashley, and never was. My parents felt completely fulfilled and happy with my brother and me. They never felt one second of sadness for someone that never existed. They never felt deprived at not having a third child, and Ashley certainly didn't care. Some people might want to push back at this point and suggest that perhaps we are missing out, and that Ashley should have existed. After all, we have no way of knowing how good life may have been with Ashley in it, right? But why stop there? What if my parents had a fourth child? A fifth? A sixth? A twentieth? Look at all of those children that are missing out. Is that a tragedy? Let's keep going--look at me: I don't have kids, and I'm never going to have kids. From the time I was old enough to have sentience, I knew I would never want to be a father. Are my children being deprived of happiness? Residing in my genitals is the potential for millions of children. Is it a tragedy that they don't exist? Is my non-existent, hypothetical firstborn child missing out on their shot at life? Many people might be tempted to say, "yes". But what of my secondborn? My one hundredth-born? My one thousandth-born? As a male, this is entirely possible for me, from a purely biological standpoint. If nothing else, I could donate to sperm banks ad-infinitum for my entire life. Is it a great and terrible tragedy that my 2423rd child, little Susie, is never going to get her chance at sweet life? No, it's not. If you think it is, then I submit you have a lot more thinking to do about the nature of reality. This concept becomes ever clearer and more salient the further away we look. The world currently has about 7.3 billion people. Is it a tragedy that there aren't more at this current moment? F*ck no. Most people agree that we have an overpopulation problem as it is. But in theory, there could be countless billions more on Earth right now. Is it a tragedy that there isn't? Are all those hypothetical people missing out? Do we grieve for them? Now let's look at Mars. There's no intelligent life there. But perhaps there could have been, had the big bang gone just a tad differently. There could be a flourishing race of sentient, intelligent beings on Mars right now, enjoying all the fruits, beauties and joys of existence. But there's not. Is this a tragedy? Is it a great sadness that there's no race of Martians there to enjoy life? Do we shed tears for the non-existent Martians? No. What of the planet between Earth and Mars that might have existed, had the big bang gone just a tweak differently. Another chunk of rock may have settled into an orbit halfway between us and Mars, and that hypothetical planet (let's call it Kratos) may have supported life. There could have been a whole race of flourishing Kratosians. But there's not. Does that make us sad? Do we worry about that? No. What about the entire solar system that might have existed between us and Alpha Centauri that could have had many planets which may have supported intelligent life? What of the galaxy between us and Andromeda? We could imagine an infinite amount of hypothetical things and life-forms that don't exist. To spend one second worrying or feeling anguish over these non-existent things is, in my opinion, utter insanity. It's okay to not exist. Non-existence is not a tragedy. The Kratosians are not missing out. The Martians are not missing out. My kids are not missing out. Ashley is not missing out. An easy way to help break the spell of the intuitive bias towards existence is think about the time before you were born. Do you remember it? What did you feel like a thousand years ago? A million? A billion? Did it hurt? Were you miserable? Perhaps I'm being facetious and a little patronizing, but the point is valid. You didn't mind not existing. You weren't sitting in heaven's waiting room going, "Dammit. Look at all the fun those people are having without me! Why can't somebody have sex so I can get my shot at life?!" There is an asymmetry about existence: if a person exists, then they will experience suffering, along with (hopefully) some happiness. If they don't exist, then the suffering doesn't happen, but they're not "missing out" on happiness, because there's no one to do the missing. If you live, then you will suffer. If you are never born, then you will never know, and never care, because there will be no you. There is both an upside and a downside to existence. There is no downside to non-existence. This is why it is better to have never been. At this point, one might be thinking that I am simply a nihilistic misanthrope advocating for mass-suicide because life sucks. This is not true at all. My position that the creation of life is unethical, known as antinatalism, can be argued for from either a misanthropic perspective, or a philanthropic perspective. The philanthropic perspective is the stronger argument, and that's the side I argue from. It is out of compassion and concern for all conscious beings that I wish that no more exist. It is for their sake. It is in the best interest of conscious beings to never exist in the first place, so that no suffering need be experienced. I don't advocate for suicide because there is a big difference between a life worth starting, and a life worth continuing. It is never worth it to begin a life, but once we're here, once we have an investment, a stake in this world, it's generally worth seeing it through and trying to find as much enjoyment as you can. That said, while I discourage suicide, I have never judged someone for it. After all, being dead means an eternal end to suffering. Moreover, a person's life is theirs to do with as they choose. Your body is the only thing you can every truly own, and no one can tell you what to do with it. Your life belongs to you, and it's your choice what to do with it, including ending it if you wish. That said, I would always encourage the continuation of a life begun. Why, you may ask? After all, if not existing is ideal, then aren't we all better off dead? Well, in a sense, yes, but the world isn't so black and white. Your death would undoubtedly cause more suffering to those you leave behind. In a complex world entangled with emotions and bereavement, death is never a pure, simple end to suffering with no consequences. You also deserve all the happiness you can find, and as long as you don't mind being here and putting up with the bad stuff, then you owe it to yourself to keep going and experience all the joy you can for as long as you can. For these reasons, it is typically preferable to continue a life once begun. However, if life becomes truly intolerable with no amount of happiness, such as for a terminally ill patient in agony, then ending it is a perfectly reasonable and understandable option. (Needless to say, I have always been in favor of medically assisted suicide for the terminally ill.) Life is worth continuing so long as you still feel it's worth continuing. If you want to stay here, then by all means, stay. No one can tell you otherwise. I am continuing my life because, at the moment, it still feels worth it. That may change one day. I wouldn't care to continue surviving if life was pure misery with no hope of improvement. I have always been for "life if it's worth it", not "life at all costs". Quality over quantity. That said, if there were a mass extinction, such that our entire species ceased to exist simultaneously, painlessly, with no prior knowledge, and no one left behind, then that would indeed be the best thing that could ever happen to us. Imagine a scenario where we all go to sleep, everyone in the world, at the same time, and we all die painlessly and simultaneously in our sleep, with no knowledge that it's coming. No one would know that it's about to happen, and no one would ever know that it had happened. There would be no bereaved, and no suffering. This would be an ideal scenario. But at this point, you might be thinking, "Well, according to your logic, we should just nuke ourselves, then." No, I don't think that, because it is also unethical to kill. Another person's life does not belong to you, and thus, you have no right to end it against their will. But if the lights simply went out on their own, all at once, then that would indeed be a good thing. People also have an intuition regarding permanence. People feel that it would be tragic if our species didn't continue, because "all of this will have been for nothing." This is yet again a flawed mindset. Our species will go extinct. That is a certainty. Nothing can last forever. Someday, humanity will be gone. It doesn't matter whether it's today or a trillion millennia from now. It doesn't matter what joys might have been felt or discoveries made in that time. It's not a tragedy for those things not to happen, because they're just theoretical, non-existent people. The only tragedy is suffering that is felt by beings that exist. Admittedly, I often feel the pull of this intuition about permanence myself. I am a gamer, and I tend to feel that it's pointless to play a game unless I know that my file will be preserved. I back up my saves and take painstaking efforts to make sure my data is protected, because I feel like if I lost that playtime, then it will have all been for nothing, even if I've finished the game and am unlikely to ever play it again. I feel like if I don't have that monument for posterity, then it was pointless. But logically, I know this isn't true. Did I have fun playing it? Was the journey enjoyable? Then it had meaning, whether the save file is preserved until I die or not. Still, it's a tough intuition to overcome. But it is the journey that matters, and what comes after, once we're all gone, is irrelevant. Life has meaning while we're here, but once we're extinct, it won't matter how long we were here for. * * * Within my argument lurks the answer to the abortion question. If it's unethical to create life, then we shouldn't be conceiving anyone in the first place. It would be nice if we could leave it at a full-stop right there, but unfortunately, we have to keep going. Pregnancies happen, and their not going to stop. I believe that it's a highly immoral act to bring a person into this world, so ideally, much to the horror of everyone on Earth, I believe it would best to abort all pregnancies. (Transparent didn't seem to get me in any trouble, which I found surprising. Maybe this is the line that will do me in...) I don't think this makes me into the monster it sounds like. Remember, it is out of compassion and caring for the well-being of conscious creatures that I wish for them not to exist. It would be better for everyone to not be born. But how dare I take away someone's chance at life, right? How dare I judge whether someone should be brought into this world or not, right? That's a person! How DARE I make this decision for them! They could have been anything and experienced a rich, full life, but now they won't, because I robbed them of it! I understand this powerful intuition, believe me. But I believe that it is more unethical to bring the person into the world to begin with. I also understand that the weakest link in my entire argument lies right here: I said that it's immoral to take a life, because another person's life does not belong to you. A unborn child is still a person. That's a life. So taking it is wrong....right? This is a logical argument, and it is why I respect and understand the perspective of so-called "pro-lifers". Their argument seems, on its face, to be more straightforward and logical: "I'm not allowed to hurt you and you're not allowed to hurt me. That baby is a person, too, so we're not allowed to hurt it, either." This is simple and elegant, and it's why pro-lifers often seem to win debates. Unfortunately, they're coming at the entire argument from the assumption that life is a wonderful gift. It is not. Whether or not you personally enjoy life, is irrelevant. I'll concede that it's immoral and regrettable to kill the unborn child. I'll grant you that. But I believe that it is far worse to bring them into this world without their consent. Moreover, I believe that a forced pregnancy is a heinous violation of the mother's rights to her own body, and I believe that the rights of the mother trump those of the unborn fetus. Once again, I admit that this is weakest part of my argument. Suggesting that we abort all pregnancies seems drastic and abhorrent, and I'll admit that I probably wouldn't be personally willing to have that blood on my hands. I would also never suggest forcing someone to have an abortion. That seems much more unethical to me. Abortion must remain an option, but it is regrettable that we have to make that decision at all. Ideally, from my perspective, people simply shouldn't get pregnant at all, or at the very least, only if they truly want the child. In other words, abortion shouldn't need to exist, ideally speaking. However, rape happens, carelessness happens, poor judgement happens, and birth control failure happens. Thus, we are faced with a moral dilemma: it is unethical to kill, but it is also unethical to create a life, so which is worse: to see the life all the way through, or to promptly end it before it has a chance to begin in earnest? Despite our strong intuitions to the contrary, I believe that the latter is the lesser of two evils. I will take it a step further and say that I would be in favor of euthanasia of babies born with extreme deformities, conditions, or birth defects, such that they are likely to have an agonizing existence. This would have to be the parents' decision, of course. A good example of this would be, say, epidermolysis bullosa, one of the most painful conditions known to humankind. I believe we need to outgrow the idea that a life of agony is better than no life at all. Sparing someone a life of misery is much more humane. It is still a difficult moral dilemma, as taking a life is typically wrong, but I believe that in cases of ending extreme suffering, it is sometimes the more ethical option. People who live with extremely horrific conditions may still say that they are grateful for their life, and that's fine. I'm not disputing that. I'm glad they're able to find some happiness, but this is irrelevant to my argument. If their life ended the moment they were born, then they'd be spared the pain, they wouldn't miss out on anything, and they wouldn't care. I realize how callous that may sound, and I also know that this is the most slippery of slopes, to be certain. How would we decide who should live and die? Which lives are worth living? Which defects are too intolerable? I'll be the first to admit that I don't know where that line is, or if it's even possible to find it, (which is why, in all practicality, we should probably leave well enough alone) but some cases seem completely unambiguous to me. Take the case of Jaxon Strong: Jaxon was a young boy with a rare condition that caused his brain to stop growing part way through utero-development. His parents were aware of this well before his birth, and doctors informed them that Jaxon would probably never be able to walk, talk, hear or see. Doctors gave them the option to abort, but they refused. Jaxon was born via C-section with a caved-in skull and half a brain. He survived against all odds, only to be trapped in darkness and silence, barely able to move under his own power. Ladies and gentlemen, brothers, sisters, friends, comrades--I submit to you: this is no miracle. They didn't save a life; they ruined one. This isn't a life at all--it's a prison. Jaxon's parents are moral monsters in my view. This isn't a wondrous gift; it's mind crime--the creation of a consciousness that can basically do nothing but suffer, all because his parents were unwilling to let their child go. * * * This brings me to my next point: why do people have children? Accidental pregnancies aside for the moment, in the vast majority of cases, people have kids because they want to. Because they, the parents want to. People decide they want a family, and that bringing a child into their life will fill some void, bring love, richness, and fulfillment to their lives, and make them whole. I rarely hear anyone express any real concern about the child, and whether or not they should exist, would want to exist, or would be likely to have a happy life. In these cases, people have kids for their own desires--for what it will give them. This is transparently selfish, though having a child in order to fill one's life with love seems to most people to be the most wonderful, noble, and beautiful thing in the world. It is selfishness masquerading as virtue. I argue that parents who keep unplanned children are making an even graver moral misstep. They believe they're doing something incredibly noble and virtuous by sacrificing of themselves to keep and care for this child, when all they are doing is adding needless suffering to the world. Immorality masquerading as selflessness. And it just slides downhill from there--parents who keep unwanted children and give them a poor life are moral monsters. In rare cases when someone professes to be thinking only of the child--when a person has the money, the means, and the stable home life to give a child the best chance possible, and they claim that all they want is to give someone else a chance at happiness, regardless of their own feelings--in these cases, a moral misstep is still being made, simply by bringing a life into existence without permission. At this juncture, it is vitally important to differentiate mistakes from evil. Evil is to cause suffering intentionally. If a person has a child with the best of intentions, believing that it's a right and morally sound thing to do, and give that child the best life possible, then they are by no means evil. They have still committed a mistake by creating a life, but as long as they were doing the best they could with what they knew at the time, then they are not evil. It's always a mistake to create a life, but it is not evil if done with the right intentions. This is why I don't hate good, loving, responsible parents. This is why I don't hate my own parents. I love them, and I'm grateful for them being such good parents. I just want to educate and encourage people not to have kids. This would be a good time for me to mention that I am huge advocate for adoption. In reality, I know that reproduction will never stop until the universe prevents it, so there will always be children who need a home. Adoption is a great way for people to have the family they want without doing anything unethical. Giving an unwanted child a home is, in my opinion, one of the best ethical decisions a person could make. It only reduces suffering in the world, and helps fight overpopulation. I wish that more people would choose to adopt over having their own kids. * * * I will now address an obvious question that many of you probably have--I make these extremely bold and controversial suggestions, but how would I feel if it was me that this happened to? What if my parents had aborted me, or had me euthanized because I had a disability? Firstly, I must point out that I wouldn't care, because I would never know that this had happened to me. Of course, this undoubtedly sounds like a cold, callous, technical response that would probably disgust most people. That doesn't make it untrue. However, I understand the overwhelming intuition that it's monstrous to "rob" someone of their chance at life because you feel that their life wouldn't be worth living. Who is anyone to make that judgement, right? To most, this idea is unspeakably hideous. While I honestly think that it's unambiguously unethical to create a life in the first place, perhaps I can't adequately defend this particular argument. All I can say is that I am very sensitive to the suffering of conscious creatures, and it pains me to no end that there is so much suffering that, in my view, could have been avoided. Even from my perspective, given my current life and all that I know and feel, I honestly wouldn't mind if was me that had been aborted. I wouldn't care, I would have been spared all suffering, and I wouldn't miss out on anything. * * * If you've stuck with me for this long, then I'd first like to say thank you, and secondly, I'd like to try to address the concerns you may have. My view of life probably sounds pessimistic, nihilistic, misanthropic, and utterly vile. You may be thinking that there must be something seriously wrong with me--I must really hate life in order to feel this way. I assure you that this isn't the case. Antinatalism isn't the negative view that it sounds like. In fact, a love of life and of other people is perfectly compatible with antinatalism. Once again, antinatalism can be approached from a philanthropic point of view. Feeling that it is unethical to create life does not mean that one must feel that life is purely a curse, it simply means that it contains unavoidable suffering that should not be inflicted on others without consent. When you get down to bedrock, the ultimate principle is that the only life you truly own is yours--you have no right over another's life, and thus, you have no right to kill or create life. And the key to understanding the antinatalism argument is realizing the asymmetry--the fact that non-existence means a lack of suffering, but does not equal a deprivation of happiness. In other words, if a person does not exist, then they are not "missing out". This is a counter-intuitive idea, I know, but most truths that we've discovered about reality have been counter-intuitive. This should be unsurprising to us, as we are not evolved to understand the nature of reality, the cosmos, and our universe. It is only by a lot of hard work and some amazing coincidences that we've been able to repurpose our ape brains to do so. I would now like to list some things you may be thinking or feeling, such that I may address them directly. Your push-back may sound something like this: "How can you possibly judge the value of another's life? Who are you to say I shouldn't exist? You have no idea who or what someone will be, and what joys they may experience! Who are you to rob someone of their chance? Are you suggesting the world would be better off without me? How dare you tell me that I'd be better off dead! Life and the human experiment are wondrous, beautiful things." I'm not judging the value of anyone's life. I'm arguing that we have no right to create it in the first place. Once again, this puts us in a difficult moral dilemma with respect to abortion and babies with conditions that would lead to an agonizing existence. In those cases, though it may appear otherwise, I do not believe that I am judging the value of their lives. I know their lives still have value. I simply believe that it is more humane to spare people suffering, though admittedly, I feel torn about what the right answer is, here. It's a slippery slope, for sure. I'm certainly not in favor of murdering anyone who happens to be in pain, but I can't help but look at children born with excruciating, untreatable conditions and feel that it is morally reprehensible to allow that agony to occur. I'm not saying that you shouldn't exist, or that the world would be better off without you. I'm not saying that you'd be better off dead or that you don't deserve to live. There's no need to feel any personal offense. I'm saying that it would be in our best interest to never exist in the first place. Seeing the merits to my arguments requires a willingness to step outside yourself and not feel personally insulted. I'm not suggesting that anyone doesn't deserve life...although, perhaps from a certain perspective, I am. I am suggesting that non-existence is preferable, so I am therefore suggesting that none of us "deserve" to have life thrust upon us, with its unavoidable pain, without our permission. We deserve better. But ultimately, please remember that I'm not suggesting that your life has no value. Quite the contrary. It has immense value. If it didn't, then I wouldn't need to write this essay in the first place. If human life didn't matter, if our feelings didn't matter, then our suffering would be irrelevant, morality would be irrelevant, and my thesis would be irrelevant. It's because our lives have value that I care to begin with, and it's because I care that I want no further suffering to exist. Before closing, I'd like to point out that religion shouldn't have any effect on my thesis. As an atheist, I believe that death will feel exactly as it did for the eons before you were born--it will just be nothing. However, if you believe in a heaven, then you can rest assured that you'll just go there when you die. And if you never existed to begin with, then you won't be missing out on heaven, because there will be no soul to do the missing. Heaven just becomes a parallel for Earth in this case, and the argument remains unchanged. All of the beauty, wonder, and joy of life does not warrant its continuation. We can love life and feel immense gratitude for it, and still feel that it shouldn't and needn't continue after we're gone. Even if life was perfect and blissful for everyone all the time, then we should only be indifferent to existence, because there is no downside to non-existence. I am against murder, and I feel that life is generally worth continuing once we've had a chance to start it. I feel that it is a horrible tragedy when happy people die before their time. I grieve for them, and perhaps more so for the bereaved they've left behind. I cried for the Orlando nightclub shooting victims. I have cried for many mass shooting victims. I have cried until there were no tears left. I am against suffering in all its forms. I suffer greatly from thinking about the suffering of others. I have devoted much time to writing this blog series in the hopes that my words may have some sort of butterfly effect that may lead to less suffering in the world. I want to make the world a better place. I don't want anyone to be miserable. I'm not an antinatalist because I think life always sucks. Life can be truly wonderful and beautiful. You may be deeply offended by my views because you may feel immensely grateful for every single second you have. You may feel so incredibly thankful to be alive, and that every moment of your life, even the worst ones, are a sweet and precious gift. And that's wonderful. That's how you should feel. That's how I want everyone to feel. That's what I want for all people. I don't want anyone to hate their life. I want everyone to treasure their lives, because life can indeed be beautiful and joyous. We can find breathtaking beauty everywhere we look, from the swirls of galaxies, to the swirl in the center of a sunflower. We can find unimaginable joy all around us, from epic adventures to curling up with a good book. We can find wonder and excitement in all of the spectacular discoveries we make about our world and the cosmos. We can find humor and whimsy in every corner of our lives. We can revel and relish in life's greatest pleasures, from the taste of your favorite food, to the sound of your favorite song, to the passion and joy of sexuality. We can find deep fulfillment and happiness from sharing all that life has to offer with our friends and loved ones. None of this....none of it....is a valid argument for existence in the first place. Ultimately, another person's life does not belong to you, and thus you have no more right to create it than to take it away. It is not your choice to make. It is unethical to take a life, and it is unethical to create one.
  7. I'd probably read a lot more books. Maybe spend some more time with my family. I would also play and watch a lot more crappy videogames and movies without the existence of professional review websites. What about you guys? If the internet didn't exist, what do you think you'd be doing right now? Do you think your view of the world might be significantly different if the internet never existed at all?
  8. Just as the title says, "Do you like driving?" I absolutely love driving! I'll drive every chance I get now that I got my permit. Are you comfortable driving? I am very comfortable when I drive, it's like a second nature to me.
  9. So, recently I noticed that almost everyone at my age are starting to get their driver's licenses, which made me think... What kind of driver would I be? Well, I thought a bit and I guess I'm a natural born... bad driver. When I start thinking about how hard it must be to drive a car, especially in high-traffic roads, I shake my head and stop thinking about it, because it scares the hell out of me. I mean, I cannot imagine myself driving a car. It's really hard to remember all of the rules. Plus if you mess up you are pretty much screwed up, both financially and/or physically (and, what would people think of you???). I think I inherited this trait from my mother -- she gets anxious when she's driving in a car... and I don't want to start talking how she reacts when she's supposed to drive. I think I will not be getting my driver's license any time soon (if ever). Anyhow, my question is: are you a natural born good driver, or a natural born bad driver?
  10. What would you do if you get US$ 70.000 ? In my case, I would take my brother, mother and boyfriend outside of my country. Anywere they want London, NY, Roma, etc. And then I would spend it in Greenpeace to protect the forests
  11. How do you celebrate after you have won a game, or an event? It can be any way, or involve anything. I usually start thinking of the scene in Spongebob where they sing "Sweet Victory". That song suits any win. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JAEDQwMtf4o "Now, let's make Squidward proud."
  12. Okay, this seems like a rather stupid question, but I do not care, as this is something we all have done before, fart. Have any of you whether by accident or intentionally , have you ever passed gas in front of someone before? If so, explain what happened.
  13. I'll start. >Wake up >Feed the dogs >Take a shower >Drive to school >Go to English class >Go to Psychology class >Eat lunch >Go to Career Exploration class >Drive home >Take the dogs for a walk >Do homework >Watch tv >Peruse the forums >Eat dinner >Get backpack ready for school >Play videogames >Sleep >Repeat Your turn!
  14. The fear of death is the most common fear shared amongst people. It is the epitome of the human condition. No matter your race, sex, social class, favourite sports team, etc. we all die. Despite this, many people, including myself, are afraid of dying. For some of it goes beyond just being afraid and starts to screw with your sanity. For myself, I have always been afraid of death to some degree or another. However, it is only in recent years that it has become a source of great stress for me. Though I am afraid of death in general, I am very afraid of dying young. At this point in time I am 21 years old. I am very young and have so much left that I hope to experience before dying. This is not to say that my fear of death ends with dying young. My feeling is that if I live a relatively long and fulfilled life, then I will be prepared to leave this world. I'm afraid that if I die young, I will potentially miss out on life's great milestones. i think what scares me more than anything is the uncertainty of what happens when we breathe our last breath. Although I grew up as a Protestant Christian, I have since taken a step back from my religious upbringing. I would not go as far to say I'm an Atheist, because I don't object to possibility of a God, I just feel a bit disillusioned by religion. Regardless of which religion it is. I had always found comfort in the idea of a heaven, or any sort of afterlife, but I don't have that sort of comfort anymore. I am a creature of routine and meticulous planning ahead of time. Thus, it is easy to see why uncertainty is so frightening for me. The idea of reaching a point where I cease to be conscious is baffling. Despite the fact that it would be no different than the hundreds of years that passed before I took my first breath. In a way, we were all dead before we were born. I want to hear what the rest of you think about all of this. I'm sure I'm not the only one who struggles with this fear. It would be really nice to hear any input that others may have on how they have dealt with this fear. I welcome your thoughtful discussion. Cheers.
  15. Life can be unkind sometimes. Not everyone can be fortunate enough to have good parents, a home, friends, food. The list can go on and on. Just like most people in the world I haven't had the easiest life. Many things have gone wrong for me but the worst thing was when I lost all my friends when I started college almost two years ago. For almost two years I had no friends (I still don't) and I felt sorry for myself. I tried hard to make new friends but no one seemed to care. I ended up isolating myself from the outside world and fell into a silent sadness that I refused to share with anyone. This sadness lasted for a while until one night I did one thing I never thought I'd do. I picked up a pen and started writing poetry. I couldn't seem to stop myself. I wrote for hours. Poems, stories, journal entries. You name it. It kept me from losting my sanity completely and kept me stable in my isolation. I don't know when down the line this happened but I eventually found the willpower to live. I was sick of feeling sorry for myself and I no longer wanted to drag on feeling this way. Sure I feel sad once in a while but I get over it fast. So what keeps me going? - WillPower: I try my hardest to control my emotions. Every time I feel sadness I tell myself everything's going to be alright. - Benevolence: I've always cared for others as odd as it may seem. I'm the kind of person who will go out of my way to help or comfort someone in need even if I don't know them. Even if I get nothing in return. - Hope: Nothing bad lasts forever. Things look bad for me sometimes but whenever I feel lost I look up at the heavens and have hope for the future. I'll be okay. - Courage: Things feel difficult at times and sometimes responsibility scares me. Even so, when things look grim I close my eyes and charge in full throttle. I don't have time to fear the outcome so I charge in with hope that things will work out. So what keeps you going? What keeps you from giving up and just letting your life slip away?
  16. I can safely say that I'm happy with the life I have so far. I have a roof over my head, I have freedom to work on hobbies such as reading, writing, or exercise, my dad is helping me learn how to drive and I feel like my skills are improving rapidly Overall, I've been feeling so relaxed these past couple of weeks. Life is just beautiful. The worries and doubts I used to always have are now nonexistent Every now and then shit still happens and I face problems like every human being but I manage to get through them and work things out with little to no trouble What about you? Are you happy with life? Have you found your inner peace yet? Do tell
  17. Life is full of great moments and memories. No matter who you are, you've had at least a few moments in life worth remembering for years to come. Since everyone has had at least a few awesome moments in there lives, why not share them here? I'll start! haha! The night I discovered My Little Pony while stumbling across the Hub channel around 11:00 at night. That show saved my life! The day I received my own Gameboy Pocket. It was the start of a grand adventure and my love for Nintendo. The day I realized how much I love literature. Books, poems, and all sorts of writing became my obsession and escape from my troubles. Music! If it hadn't been for music I'd probably be in some random asylum by now. Thanks for the comfort and support over the past years music! Manga! The day I discovered manga was one of the best days of my life. I have shelves full of manga that I've read over countless nights. Well that's just some of my best memories and moments. Please feel free to share whateva you got yo!
  18. If technology would allow you to make your life significantly longer or immortal by enhancing your body mechanically or replacing it completely would you do it?
  19. You know when there's something you can never stop talking about? This is it for me. My life is significantly less depressing for me now than it was only a mere couple of months ago. I mean you all know a big chunk of why this is, and if you don't, well, you haven't been paying an awful lot of attention to what I've been posting about said thing is over and over again. If you don't know, as of late February or Early March of this year (can't look because of inane forum drama), I have been happily in a relationship, one that has helped me out significantly. Two months ago, I had a chance argument with a man who would later become my boyfriend. He was arguing about a post he made in regards to being depressed, he sounded like he was trying to force his sadness on other people. Then we apologize to each other, and then after that he begins to sound like the sad little puppy. Adorable, but definitely very depressed about life as a whole. I don't know what switch flips on in me, but I come to love him pretty quickly, and within a week, we've both said that we love each other. Though at first I admit I was a little unsure if I really loved him or I was desperate. But, after a while I come to realize, this guy, was in all ways but physically everything I ever wanted in a romantic partner... He's smart enough, and oddly civilized enough, for me to have intellectual discussions with. He has been immensely courteous to me, to the point it makes me feel guilty sometimes. He's also presses the right buttons if you know what I mean , and if you don't know what I mean, well your mind isn't sick enough to know. He also shares interests with me, mainly in the areas of science, mathematics, a specific type of humor, and his musical tastes aren't really too different than mine. But when I saw him in real life a couple of weeks ago ( had a great time by the way, though it didn't quite go as far as I wanted ), I realized he was also a big cute teddy bear too, you know like the one that's begging to be cuddled with. I'll also say that we slept in the same bed together and I nearly kissed him. Like I was inches from his face before I backed off, because he looks like a big chubby angel who's begging for a kissing. But to what he's done for me. His complements towards me have helped me find a renewed self-esteem, as in I don't view myself as ugly anymore. I still feel like I don't deserve such high praise, but I'll admit I look pretty cute . He also helped me through a depression that was spiraling out of control, by giving me hope and love that I've needed for a long time. Seriously, I was quite seriously thinking about hanging myself from the pecan (let's pronounce that: pi' KAN (It's a joke most of you may not get about another couple)) tree growing in the backyard, but since him, they've been replaced with thoughts of cuddling, kissing, and everything else. He's helped me get along in the pursuit of my dream of making my own successful tabletop game. He has resources that are getting content from the current version printed off! That and he's really encouraged me to work on it. He's also made me realize that it is always good to appreciate what you have. On another philosophical tangent, he's made me realize that negativity is necessary for positivity to exist. This is not the complete list, but only the list of what is the most impactful of these things. As for our future together, we're supposed to be going on our "second date" a week from now! We've also been planning about what happens when we really go the distance, and live together under the same roof. He's been planning to get his driver's license renewed, and he's been planning to save up for some sort of place to live for the two of us. We haven't discussed anything like legal marriage or anything yet, but I do fantasize about our lives together as one little bitty gay family of 2 (or 3 if adopting a kid is ever in the cards). I just hope it gets there! Sorry if I keep bringing this up almost non-stop, but can you blame me anyways? After all my life has improved dramatically since I and he have been together. I am not sorry.
  20. Alright guys, so what is currently your longest ongoing conversation on the forums? It can be a RP, debate, anything with you and a certain set of people. Say how many replies/pages there are there, and you can say with who if you want. Mine is currently a PM, 45 pages and 894 replies. This is with my first friend on le forums, Comrade Courage. (Or just Comrade.) We both are those type of people who talk too much. xD
  21. Tell us, what was the moment that you think you had the MOST luck in life? I think my most luck moment was when I crossed the street, and the traffic light turned red, and then I ran across. I almost got hit by a car
  22. My parents still think I should be looking for a girlfriend in Australia and I've told them so many times that I'm happy with my girlfriend and they don't like that she is with the latter day saints and I don't like how my parents bringing in religious stuff into every situation
  23. Any of you guys here have really annoying, bothersome siblings that won't leave you alone??? Well here's someone to relate too.
  24. This is something I have thought about for ages, what with my dissatisfaction with the way things are. I came to plenty of conclusions (I am setting literally no rules on how you answer) involving other universes and being some kind of supernatural creature, and I think now I've finally come to an answer I never thought I'd come to: THIS life... except with all the most regrettable parts taken out. I mean, if we're setting no boundaries since this is purely hypothetical, you'd think I'd take full advantage of it by making it that I'm some kind of ultimate sorcerer or a celebrity. But this life is what I realize I truly want, it's just all the blemishes that ruin it for me. So if some ultimate power allowed me to restart life with all the knowledge I have now, that would be swell. So, if you could choose literally ANY life you could think of, what would it be?
  25. Because I have. Let me tell a bit about my life. My early years (up to age 6 I guess) was a pretty bad time. I didn't have any friends, I had to attend to preschool twice (which is still a bit of a mystery to me nowadays) and overall felt bad, my mom and dad were always arguing and my dad was a bit scary those times. It ended up in my parents to divorce, and we moved far away from my dad. Since then, I've visited dad now and then from all the way up here. Ever since we came here, I did actually make a friend or two, each of them during primary school (classes 1-6), where my longest-known friend came on the 1st class. He is still my friend these days, much like someone else, but I'll tell more about that shortly. Ok so it was the 6th and final class of the primary school, at which moment I was the oldest pupil of the whole school (caused by attending to preschool twice, meaning that I'm basically a year behind). Moving to middle school (classes 7-9), and that was the worst time of my life to remember so far (can't remember much about my childhood). I was constantly bullied and I hoped I could make friends, but they were basically all just bullies. After I made it through all those years, it was time to move to college, my choice was a business college. It started nicely, the class was nice, but just recently (about 4 months ago) I had thoughts about leaving the school, because the education line I chose (IT & Customer Service I guess) wasn't really made for me. I also turned 18 (October 15th), and shortly after that, we moved again. To the city where the college is, while we had been living in the town for like 10 years. So now that I'm here, I desperately hope to enjoy my studying more in the new school, as well as get more friends - I don't have anyone close to me right now. Now, some info out of the school life. I've NEVER ever done paid job, only the necessary parts throughout school, with the easiest way possible. I'm very antisocial and I'm still a bit anxious about the thought to work someday, I'm still not sure. All this packed together reminds me of how pitiful I am. I have two older sisters, who both have succeeded in a lot of things, while I, desperately wanting friends, is struggling inside. I haven't done anything remarkable, keeping a low profile my whole life. In other words, breathing, and that's all there is to it. But no matter how bad my life has been, I still believe and wait for the better future; as an infant it had been said I couldn't have had a future at all; my life was at risk but thankfully the doctors kept me running. TL;DR I'm weak. Share your weak points of life here!