If you were so sure you are special, and by some divine grace it happened that you were actually right, you are actually that special a driver, then if/when you still run someone over that goes into the field of something like superheroics logistics / insurances or “natural disaster” insurance I guess.
The problem there becomes, to turn back the analogy to the real case being discussed, how do you compensate someone for being born.
okay but like what if I’m really sure I’m special, and have no concept of it not being fine? and besides I’m a great driver, so you’re actually bad for insulting me with a speed limit. how dare you. besides; it’s probably fine.
wow, comparing my thus far perfect driving to farts. ruuuuude. anyway, I should be able to do genetic experiments on human embryos because im pretty sure I won’t fuck it up, because I do not identify as a fuckup. have you ever thought of just not identifying as a fuckup?
yeah, but, consider: I really want to get to point B. like, so badly. and I’m pretty sure I’m a good driver.
Everyone wants to get to their point B, ad they are all statistically pretty sure you are not as good a driver as you think you are.
okay but what if I’m, like, really sure I’m good? or I just want it so so so so so so bad?
you want it so so so so so bad that you don’t care if other people die in the process?
We have terms for when one goes on with that, such as “crime”, and it’s penalized.
okay but no, because: what if im special so it’s fine?
If you were so sure you are special, and by some divine grace it happened that you were actually right, you are actually that special a driver, then if/when you still run someone over that goes into the field of something like superheroics logistics / insurances or “natural disaster” insurance I guess.
The problem there becomes, to turn back the analogy to the real case being discussed, how do you compensate someone for being born.
okay but like what if I’m really sure I’m special, and have no concept of it not being fine? and besides I’m a great driver, so you’re actually bad for insulting me with a speed limit. how dare you. besides; it’s probably fine.
It matters not how great you think you are. Everyone loves their own farts. What matters in society is other people.
wow, comparing my thus far perfect driving to farts. ruuuuude. anyway, I should be able to do genetic experiments on human embryos because im pretty sure I won’t fuck it up, because I do not identify as a fuckup. have you ever thought of just not identifying as a fuckup?