well now you have me curious, do you have any worries of existential risks?

this perhaps makes me a bad person or a psychopath (or, and this is the actual reason: i am very privileged), but i think i can honestly say i do not worry… about anything.

i CAN make a hierarchy of things that will kill me. and thinking about being dead kinda sucks because i dig this life and have a lot of things on my list to do, and i experience anticipatory grief for my children not having a father. but if i’m being honest, that’s mostly counterbalanced with my curiosity re: there being an afterlife + the fact that in the absence of an afterlife i’m not going to even care about the above…

so i ask, do people ACTUALLY worry about this stuff?

i hypothesize no. and this is informed by my experience with working with tons of dead/dying people and their families. i have a strong suspicion that what we call existential dread is mostly a performative signal to our tribe. it allows us to say, “hey look at me, i know the stuff that will kill us, so put me in a position of power within the tribe.”

or simply competitive victimization. or perhaps the ennui of a westerworldian epiphany where we get to the center of the maze and realize we were deluding ourselves into believing there’s actually a meaning to our sacrifice.

just a thought.