I chose not to have kiddos of my own for a host of reasons, none of which are that I don't like kiddos. I care deeply about the future world of people I'll never meet or know. I don't like who I'd be if I didn't. (Even though, as another friend without kids once put it "we don't even have a horse in this race...".) I cannot explain why people whose children will live in this upcoming future seem so uninterested/uninvested in improving it. Perhaps... fear? When a thing is too terrible to contemplate, the brain prefers to deny it is there, if at all possible. Seems the effort available for the wild gymnastics of denial scales in proportion to the terribleness of the thing you don't want to consider.
Thanks for the introduction to Harriet Hemenway, Our Lady of Birding.
I chose not to have kiddos of my own for a host of reasons, none of which are that I don't like kiddos. I care deeply about the future world of people I'll never meet or know. I don't like who I'd be if I didn't. (Even though, as another friend without kids once put it "we don't even have a horse in this race...".) I cannot explain why people whose children will live in this upcoming future seem so uninterested/uninvested in improving it. Perhaps... fear? When a thing is too terrible to contemplate, the brain prefers to deny it is there, if at all possible. Seems the effort available for the wild gymnastics of denial scales in proportion to the terribleness of the thing you don't want to consider.
Thanks for the introduction to Harriet Hemenway, Our Lady of Birding.