A friend and I were talking over the weekend about all of these doomsday predictions you hear going about, particularly in light of what is happening with this standoff between Iran and the United States over Iran building nuclear weapons.
It occurred to me that I have a very different opinion of survival than he does.
When you start talking about bombing people back into the Stone ages, I take it literally. Some people hear that and they get worried and start collecting canned food, bottled water and pretzels.
Now this friend that I was talking to, he is a survivalist in every sense of the word. I, evidently, am not.
The most important thing to a survivalist is, well…surviving.
For me, the most important thing to me is quality of life.
That is why euthanasia is such an important issue to me. I would be pissed off to all hell if I am all screwed up with no chance whatsoever of ever getting better and someone is making me stick it out.
To me, survival, for the sake of surviving is overrated.
I mean, my friend, he is out in the woods learning how to make fire with a pair of sticks, trapping animals in ditches he camouflages with brush, and finding the wild berries that won’t kill you if you eat them.
Me, I don’t believe in really doing any of that, because if it ever came down to living like that, I wouldn’t want to live.
If we ever get bombed to the point where we are living in caves and competing with wildlife for cave space for shelter from the elements, then I would rather not be around. That’s just me.
How can I go from living in an apartment, with 300 channels of cable television, high speed internet, pay-per-view boxing, cell phones and refrigeration, to living in a cave and using torches to scare bears away and scouts from competing tribes?
That’s too much of a contrast.
It reminds me of the Matrix.
Larry and Andy Wachowski made the “real” world suck so much that I don’t see why anyone would’ve chosen that over the Matrix.
Why would I choose spending the rest of my natural life living on a poorly lit, rickety, spaceship eating porridge three times a day over sitting by an in door swimming pool with women dressed in bikinis all around me, drinking mixed drinks, listening to live music, and generally having a great time in southern California, whether it was fake or not?
Now if they had made the “real” world some kind of paradise where no one ever got sick, no one ever died, and everyone lived in relative peace and tranquility, then maybe I could see people fighting to get out of the Matrix, but not the other way around.
All Lawrence Fishburn was offering Neo was the truth.
Well, I’m sorry but I am going to need a little more than that.
The truth will set you free, but only if it is pertinent.
I would take the truth and go right back into the Matrix with a clear conscience.
Basically I am not worried about getting bombed back into the Stone Age and then having to find a way to survive.
What would be the point? Does anyone out there really think that by surviving they are going to spearhead a movement to bring society back to the level that it is now?
Let me tell you something, I wouldn’t be any help getting television reinvented.
I don’t have the faintest idea how that shit works right now.
Half of the stuff that I use on a daily basis I have no idea how it actually works.
As far as I am concerned, once you bomb this planet back into the stone ages then its time for me to move on and see what the other world has to offer in terms of creature comforts.
Even if heaven is nothing more than togas, grapes, harps and chariot rides that might not be high speed internet and NFL television but it sure beats the hell out of walking with Neanderthals.