A while back, I talked about suicide and why I think many people have a very bad view of it. Well, maybe not a bad view but at least a very self-centered view. Lots of people have an irrational fear of death and because they are afraid to die, they impose that on others and want to force everyone to live as long as they can conceivably be kept breathing, whether they want to do so or not.
Now, I’m seeing people who want to force anyone who wants to kill themselves to be considered flawed or broken because they have an emotional fear of death. Even the thought of ending one’s own life means that they are mentally insane and somehow unable to make decisions for themselves, regardless of the circumstances.
I think that’s just dumb. I can think of lots and lots of situations where I think suicide is not only a valid response, but maybe the most valid response one can give and there’s nothing whatsoever wrong with them when they make the decision. Unfortunately, those people who are terrified of the concept of death can’t seem to wrap their heads around anyone, no matter how much pain they might be in, no matter how much they might hate life, might just not want to go on. In their minds, insanity or mental deficiency is the only possible explanation because, as far as they’re concerned, desperately clinging to life is the only possible rational reaction.
Whether people like it or not, human life is not magically and objectively precious. We’re just animals on this planet, no different in any objective way from any other. Sure, we have the ability to reason, but what if someone reasons to a conclusion that someone doesn’t like? Does that give the person who has a negative emotional reaction to that decision the right to over-ride the individual’s choice? It seems that a lot of people think that it does. This is funny when you talk to people who would otherwise rule that people’s bodily autonomy gives them the right to do most things, but when it comes to suicide, they quickly reverse their decision.
Now I don’t want to commit suicide, I have a wonderful life with a fantastic family that loves me, but if I ever did make that decision, why shouldn’t I be permitted to exercise it? Why shouldn’t I be allowed to do with my body what I want to do with my body? After all, isn’t that the exact same argument made by feminists with regard to abortion? It’s the woman’s body, she gets to decide? Well, it’s my body, why don’t I get to decide? Because it makes people uncomfortable? So what? Where do you think you get the authority to control what I do to my body, yet I don’t have the authority to control what you do with yours? Hypocritical much?
I hate to keep harping on the absurd over-use of unrestrained emotion, but this seems like another case of people, uncomfortable with the idea of dying, forcing their vested emotional desires on everyone around them. How dare anyone’s actions make you feel bad! That works right up until someone tries to do the same to you. Then you get to scream bloody murder, how dare someone step on your rights to self-determination.
Pot. Kettle. Black.