I don't understand why some people are so hell-bent on convincing others, that their existence is an inconvenience. I couldn't be more cruel if I tried. People do all sorts of strange things to leave their mark in their lives, and most of us are obsessed with our identities. When that gets taken away from us, we don't fare so well.
Now imagine if someone decided it was okay to erase your very existence, because it was "too much" for them to handle. You have no say in the matter, but you are too burdensome, and no one else can tolerate you, so it would be better if you weren't here at all. That kind of reinforcement is what sends people to their pits of despair, and I don't think I would do that to somebody.
Isn't it essentially gaslighting, when you convince someone that they don't deserve to live? If they end up killing themselves, are you going to laugh at their weak constitution, and preach "survival of the fittest"? Or lament about how they were always such a frail person, "it was such a shame that they couldn't work out their issues". Saying something along the lines of "I always wished they could be normal", whilst carrying no remorse in your voice, because you're just being brutally honest.
It's fucking disgusting.
I feel so gross just thinking about the situation. You know we describe unsightly behavior as "feral" and "beastly", because other animals are supposed to be lower than humans, and acting like that is not a good thing. Well, this kind of behavior- trying to convince someone that their existence has no value- that's very human. Human enough to be self-aware, human enough to understand to subtleties behind every word and expression, human enough to maim someone without lifting a finger.
And should one succeed in doing so, I fail to see the difference between that and murder. When you make someone overcome their survival instinct, so that they defy their natural will to live on, you are a murderer. It's dirty. It's filth.
Apparently I live surrounded by filth.
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