Editor’s note: I fucking hate writing impassioned stuff when I’m feeling passionate about it because it’s always clumsy and sloppy and has no flow or rhythm it’s just me blurting out random sentences with regards to how I feel about whatever it is I’m talking about. And inevitably I’m always writing late at night and can’t be bothered to read through it. I blame this phenomenon as a whole for the general poor quality of this blog.
People make an issue out of everything, and really it doesn’t matter. If anyone ever asks my opinion on an issue, by and large my response is “pro-choice”, even if it doesn’t really apply to the issue. But really, it is about choice. It’s all about choice.
It shouldn’t matter whether I would or wouldn’t get an abortion (physical limitations aside), whether I would marry another man, or whether I would buy a gun, because what matters to me only pertains to myself. Whether or not my neighbour, my teacher, my bus driver, or my dentist wants to do those things only pertains to them. (That was a badly structured sentence, but let’s just move on and forget about it.) I’m not affected by the abortions going on that don’t carry half my genetic material, so why should I make the choice for anyone else?
Society doesn’t want. Society is an arbitrary group of individuals who try to push their own personal wants on the rest of us, so that we all want the same thing. I, as an individual, have no more right to set the wake-up alarms of the people around me than I have the moral right to tell them how to live their lives. Individuals can take care of themselves. Nobody can know what I want but myself, and nobody can decide what’s good for me and thus decide how I should live because nobody has a stake in my life except me.
Well, that’s not entirely true. I mean my parents have put their lives into shaping who I am and how I live and as much as they’ve given me I owe them that much; I owe them my life, to cliché it up in here. So they have a stake in my life. But John and Jane Doe don’t give a rat’s ass about me as an individual, just like I couldn’t care less about them.
Choice is important, though. Choice is everything. If nothing else we are free beings and how we live is made up of the choices we make. Which is why I don’t believe in apathy of choice; no matter how small the choice is, just make it, because the smaller it is, the less it will affect the outcome, but the more important it is to be made decisively (because if you’re good at always making a quick choice when it’s not important, you’ll get better at making the decisive choice when it matters; practice makes perfect). If you’re in a restaurant, chances are this isn’t the last one you’re going to be in a restaurant, so just pick something on the menu that sounds good, and live with that one small decision. And if you have a bad meal, so what, I’m sure we’ve all had bad meals at some point, but it’s not going to matter in an hour. You’ve learned not to order that the next time, but at least you didn’t make the waiter come back four or five times to see if you’ve decided what you want. You were decisive, and in command of your own life. You chose to have the soup instead of the salad. And the chicken primavera.
And then you went and got an abortion.
And I couldn’t care less.
DFTBA
People make an issue out of everything, and really it doesn’t matter. If anyone ever asks my opinion on an issue, by and large my response is “pro-choice”, even if it doesn’t really apply to the issue. But really, it is about choice. It’s all about choice.
It shouldn’t matter whether I would or wouldn’t get an abortion (physical limitations aside), whether I would marry another man, or whether I would buy a gun, because what matters to me only pertains to myself. Whether or not my neighbour, my teacher, my bus driver, or my dentist wants to do those things only pertains to them. (That was a badly structured sentence, but let’s just move on and forget about it.) I’m not affected by the abortions going on that don’t carry half my genetic material, so why should I make the choice for anyone else?
Society doesn’t want. Society is an arbitrary group of individuals who try to push their own personal wants on the rest of us, so that we all want the same thing. I, as an individual, have no more right to set the wake-up alarms of the people around me than I have the moral right to tell them how to live their lives. Individuals can take care of themselves. Nobody can know what I want but myself, and nobody can decide what’s good for me and thus decide how I should live because nobody has a stake in my life except me.
Well, that’s not entirely true. I mean my parents have put their lives into shaping who I am and how I live and as much as they’ve given me I owe them that much; I owe them my life, to cliché it up in here. So they have a stake in my life. But John and Jane Doe don’t give a rat’s ass about me as an individual, just like I couldn’t care less about them.
Choice is important, though. Choice is everything. If nothing else we are free beings and how we live is made up of the choices we make. Which is why I don’t believe in apathy of choice; no matter how small the choice is, just make it, because the smaller it is, the less it will affect the outcome, but the more important it is to be made decisively (because if you’re good at always making a quick choice when it’s not important, you’ll get better at making the decisive choice when it matters; practice makes perfect). If you’re in a restaurant, chances are this isn’t the last one you’re going to be in a restaurant, so just pick something on the menu that sounds good, and live with that one small decision. And if you have a bad meal, so what, I’m sure we’ve all had bad meals at some point, but it’s not going to matter in an hour. You’ve learned not to order that the next time, but at least you didn’t make the waiter come back four or five times to see if you’ve decided what you want. You were decisive, and in command of your own life. You chose to have the soup instead of the salad. And the chicken primavera.
And then you went and got an abortion.
And I couldn’t care less.
DFTBA
