Edicius

My actions aren't to help solve any problem. I've already determined that I've no reason to care what happens to anything or anyone. I know I can be rational, but I would rather be apathetic; which is why I will simply fall asleep for eternity, without dreaming. If I did care what happened to this planet or the organisms inhabiting it, I would have thought about my responses instead of being silly. I'm simply not interested. The idea of millions of brains attempting to solve all these ridiculous problems amuses me. Emotionally, I'm hardly human. And truly, my existence is likely to be a negative force, rather than a positive one, to answer an earlier question. I no longer have compassion, which would be a problem if I attempted to help people. At the very least, I'm unable to possess the desire to help people, or anything, including myself, and that alone makes me essentially useless for our species. I do know what needs to be done, but I don't want to do it, and won't do it. I dislike my human experiences and perceptions. So, that's why.

...annoys me. About two years ago, a friend told me about her experiences with this. I attempted to make some deduction, and did some research, but no diagnosis seemed to fit the symptoms conclusively. I've had similar experiences recently, so I'll try to describe them and if anyone knows what it might be, that'd be neat-o. So, it happens... when I'm asleep, in the early stages of sleep, or sometimes when I'm just unconscious - or at least not aware of anything (a sort of spacing-out I do). I become conscious, aware of myself; but I still feel unreal..? I can't move my body, or speak. Every time it happens I believe I'm going to die, or am dying. I feel pressure inside my head, which seems to exert an outward force against my skull. I don't believe they're dreams, but they may be a manifestation of some neurological disorder; I'm conscious, but can't control my body. She thought they might have been caused by drugs she took as a teenager, but I've never taken illegal drugs; I even refuse to use prescribed medication. dying isn't fun if anyone has an idea of what this might be, I would be very grateful for your opinions

Specifically, it's not my problem because I'm going to commit suicide long before then. I had just assumed people would be able to handle a small amount of change, but something will, or rather should happen that will shock a lot of people. That will be when peoples' lives might change, significantly, even in the powerful countries. And of course, all of these are just guesses based on probability, which is based on more assumptions. The future of our species isn't an easy thing to predict, or someone would have done it. Maybe they have, but it's like... the future, so... Aliens will shoot us all in the face?

The population will grow; resources should be sustainable, reasonably, for the population to grow four or five times. We may also be able to utilize other energy sources; larger ones. But the power and influence balance is going to shift exponentially, not in favor of the common man or woman. I don't care at all if we survive. We should be focusing on fixing the negative qualities of our species now, in consideration of our planet, as well as organisms living here, including ourselves. Do you realize how inadequate our species is? Even of our own awareness, we can't manage this supposed "potential" our species possesses. And how are we going to control the population? We know it will have to be done. Secular genocides, I guess? Cultivating planets isn't a reaonable option. It may not be avoidable, but your perspectives are too often based on optimism. We are, objectively, unnecessary. Most humans want to live, but I'm fairly certain that that irrational desire is going to kill us. Our selfishness won't assist our survival; but yeah, no one here needs to worry, because you'll probably die before we kill each other. 400 years is a sound estimate, but I'm unaware of the instance we began our debilitating behavior. I believe it was shortly after we became "sapiens". Fortunately, none of this affects me at all.