Who is the one person that you couldn't live without and why? (MuseWithin Application)
Topic 1: Who is the one person that you couldn't live without and why?
Me. I know I sound like an egotistical ass (I am an egotistical ass), but let's look at the logic here. If I'm not alive, I can't very well live without myself, now can I? Circular logic. I'm alive because I breathe; I breathe because I'm alive.
But okay, we can get philosophical about it. I'm cool with that.
Manticore made us all to be survivors. They had to, given what they put us through. And I'm not even ungrateful for all of it. The experiments, well, let's not go there. I think we'd all be happier that way. But the rest of it? The survival training? The combat skills, firearms training, extensive field medic classes, all of that? That was some good shit. It's saved lives. There was more to it than I've listed. I mean, we were made and trained to be the best soldiers and operatives America could field. Being dependent on someone else for survival? I don't think so.
There are people I wish desperately that I didn't have to learn to live without - (Rachel, CiCi, and Biggs are the recent additions to the list) - but I did learn to do it. But I swear, if I lose my sense of self again, I'm going to put a bullet to my brain.
And I'm totally not kidding, either. I don't know how to describe it. I mean, can you imagine every thought and feeling that makes you you being missing? Being taken away, drugged, beaten, and programmed out of you until it literally hurts to try and think on your own, because that's not what they want from you right then?
I know that some of you are thinking 'hiding in your own mind' or some healy-feely shit like that. Nope. No hiding. If you want to think of the mind as some sort of weird landscape, go with bare-assed flat concrete. No hiding. Just no one home.
Clearly I recovered. I'm awesome like that. Little thoughts at first, and then a feeling or two, then a moment of self-awareness. That's the worst, because you know what's missing. It's nothing but bare-assed concrete.
I'd rather be shot.
Me. I know I sound like an egotistical ass (I am an egotistical ass), but let's look at the logic here. If I'm not alive, I can't very well live without myself, now can I? Circular logic. I'm alive because I breathe; I breathe because I'm alive.
But okay, we can get philosophical about it. I'm cool with that.
Manticore made us all to be survivors. They had to, given what they put us through. And I'm not even ungrateful for all of it. The experiments, well, let's not go there. I think we'd all be happier that way. But the rest of it? The survival training? The combat skills, firearms training, extensive field medic classes, all of that? That was some good shit. It's saved lives. There was more to it than I've listed. I mean, we were made and trained to be the best soldiers and operatives America could field. Being dependent on someone else for survival? I don't think so.
There are people I wish desperately that I didn't have to learn to live without - (Rachel, CiCi, and Biggs are the recent additions to the list) - but I did learn to do it. But I swear, if I lose my sense of self again, I'm going to put a bullet to my brain.
And I'm totally not kidding, either. I don't know how to describe it. I mean, can you imagine every thought and feeling that makes you you being missing? Being taken away, drugged, beaten, and programmed out of you until it literally hurts to try and think on your own, because that's not what they want from you right then?
I know that some of you are thinking 'hiding in your own mind' or some healy-feely shit like that. Nope. No hiding. If you want to think of the mind as some sort of weird landscape, go with bare-assed flat concrete. No hiding. Just no one home.
Clearly I recovered. I'm awesome like that. Little thoughts at first, and then a feeling or two, then a moment of self-awareness. That's the worst, because you know what's missing. It's nothing but bare-assed concrete.
I'd rather be shot.