Did we ask to be born on this planet?

Don't you think that's an essential question all of us have to ask ourselves and "parents?" That we were born on this planet against our own will? We didn't have a choice to be born and come alive, it was chosen for us. And for many millions of people we have to suffer for 60 plus years with a life we didn't ask for. What kind of world is this and should we really be happy about it? And does God even give a crap if we're born, deaf, dumb or blind? We just have to get over that fact and live a life of mediocrity and failure to thrive? Is it our fault now that we are here and now we get the blame for not conforming to society? So it was our parents fault when we were babies and children, but now that we're "adults" the blame is on us if we can't take care of ourselves? WHAT SICK KIND OF WORLD IS THIS? AND MAYBE GODS ACTUALLY THE DEVIL AND HE ENJOYS OUR SUFFERING? That's more like it sadly..

 

probably said the same thing to myself a million times.. the universe is a fucked up place.

 

Isn't it messed up? I'm pissed personally but now that i'm "alive" I guess I have "freewill" to improve my "life" all these terms are so cliche you know? :/

 

Probably... We just aren't allowed to remember why.

 

I am rather thankful that my parents decided to have children and thus far I am enjoying this ride called life. There have been a few things I probably would have passed on as far as experiences if given the chance to but reality is that those also had a purpose, even when I was not impressed by them.

I am not one to wish away a gift, that is life.

 

Sometimes I wonder about this sort of stuff and whether or not life is really cracked up to be but then I think that if I wasn't born I wouldn't have known any better anyway and even better I wouldn't be able to think about anything being better than what it really is. I'd just be non existent.

I have also enjoyed the ride life has given me but I have no interest in fathering children right now. I kept telling my missus ask me that when I'm 30, I'll know when I'm thirty. Shit, I said that 9 years ago and I'm 29 in a month. Now I say - ask me that shit when I'm like 40, I'll know when I'm about 40.

 

I have questioned it in my mind a few times, not that I haven't enjoyed life and am not happy. I am having a great time but I wonder this kind of thing for people in poor countries where they have kids they can't feed or care for and countries like mine must go help them and watch most of them suffer.
I also wonder what made me as I am. Was it my parents or was I chosen to be who I am,,,
I know we are built from what both parents give genetically and then they raise us to be mostly who we are but why do some people go loose and do bad things if their parents raised them right?
There is more to it. We are here and we have to decide how it's gonna be as we grow. Should we be good to one another or should we become hermits or haters or criminals? Should we just be cruel? We have to make the best of it since we are here and I think most people do, some just think life sucks, maybe from a bad start, and some are sadly enough born with a disability but many of them try even harder then we do to live a good life.
Then I wonder about those who fight, to harm others or kill their family members over honour, like a daughter marrying someone other then who was planned. How could a father do out his daughter over making her own choices? How can a woman really love a man she didn't pick as her soul mate? This stuff makes me wonder about life and choices of being born here. I thank god I was born here in a free country where my choices are mine to make and no man or authority could force me to do it their way. I thank god my parents encouraged making good choices and making our own way in life so we would enjoy it.

 

I think we choose to be here and that we also choose what circumstances to be born into.

 

When I was depressed I was an antinatalist. An antinatalist is someone who believes conceiving a child is a sin because they will suffer, die, and possibly (likely?) burn in hell. I vowed I would never have a daughter who has to live in a world that is cruel to women who like to fuck.

Now I'm grateful for my life. I have a job that I love, I have a family who lets me smoke on the balcony and go to different men's houses and stuff and treats me like an adult. They don't say I have to get married or have to have kids so they can be grandparents. The don't say "can't be a ho in my house" or keep me too busy to have time for sex. I can move out or stay. I can come and go as I please. I live in one of the wealthiest neighborhood in the country. I'm across the street from Tiffany's, Jimmy Choo's, Ralph Lauren, Brooks Brothers, etc. My family is African, but doesn't really have a culture. They never snipped my clit. They never pressured me to work at something I would hate. They never said "flip burgers if you have to." My mom discouraged me from becoming a waitress, saying I would be on my feet all day, making peanuts, dealing with rude people, etc.

I was diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia. I have negative daydreams of people slut shaming me, interrogating me, lecturing me about how men and women are different, furious at me for not living up to my Duke degree and my elite African upbringing, and so on. I'm still grateful. I think the "voices" are a gift because they're realistic and reveal how people are. So I don't talk to the public except in a perfunctory manner so I won't have someone dominate my will and ruin my life or hurt me. My only two social events are DCBiwomen meetup group, swinger parties, and once in a blue moon a strip club. I feel safe in those atmospheres because those are like-minded people.

I'm also proud to be an American.

I recommend starting a gratitude journal.

 

www.youtube.com/watch?v=BT59QQwWWMg&feature=kp"]WITCHCRAFT - Chylde of Fire - YouTube

I was born past midnight
'Neath the gloom of the darkest moon
My mother was a burning witch
And my father was a preacher

From that night on I lived in
The shadow of my elder's deeds
I was the son of rape
And the spawn of a preacher's lost faith

Dear mother, dear father
I didn't ask to be born
Why did you let me leave
When you didn't care at all

My life here on earth troubled already from the day of my birth
Heaven turns to hell at the chime of the witches' bell​

 

I dunno but I do know THIS IS NOT THE WORLD I WAS BORN IN!!!!!!!!!!

NOTHING BUT CHEAP FUCKING GARBAGE IN THE WORLD NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

yup .. fuck commercialism, the only hope is either true socialism, or anarchy.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kxg7kNC82oo"]Dead Kennedys - Forward To Death - YouTube

 

The way I see it is that every bad thing that happens to me is my fault, even if I don't know how it is my fault. And if birth is a cruel thing, which I don't know if it is or not, I think somewhere along the way I made the choice be birthed and now I'm paying the consequences. It's my fault, so I can't complain.

 

the universe is a perfect place and is functioning exactly as it should, would or could.
same with life on Earth.
It's your perspective that is fucked up.

 

I wasn't asked to be born period. If I had a choice I'd want to be born on Saturn.

 

I want to jump rope on Mars.

 

I want to "play my music in the sun", hahahaha. In the sun, get it? Hahah...eh.

 

I want to dig to the center of jupiter

 

Our parents should have to ask us first if we really wanna be born for real..

 

I asked to be born on this planet. Jupiter and Saturn suck. Nothing to do there. Quite windy too. Not enough sun.