I mean, are we going to explore space, or what? There's a lot of issues we deal with, right? I get it, let's talk about 'em I guess but what's the point of dealing with these personal issues if it's getting in the way of doing what we're supposed to do? Which is explore space, amiright?
Like...so take mating for example. There's the argument to be made there's a lot of people worrying, "How do I get a girlfriend," when commonly a great answer seems to be, "Go do what you love, go be a part of something amazing, build up your person and go do what it is you were destined to do, and when you're at your peak enjoying who you are, that's when you'll meet a special someone out in the field of doing what you love, that's when you will feel the most full and feel like you have the most to offer another person as a potential partner in life." So go do what you love, and build yourself up.
So what is that? That thing you'd ultimately feel fulfilled doing? Making widgets? Selling widgets? Cleaning widgets? Marketing widgets? Making fancy illustrations of concept widgets, and then putting those fancy illustrations in a power point presentation with a logo you designed for the widget, with stock background music you paid a company for so the presentation had that extra POP, and you hire a model to stand next to the widget, and someone develops an app that takes a picture of your friend and replaces his head with a widget with his face on it, and programmers took time out of their day to make the app, and lawyers were paid to make sure no one steals the name of your widget, and ice trucks have to have special coolant gas canisters designed for them to keep the widgets cool while you ship them.
I don't want to work for a contractor who designs spying technology for a nation state. I don't want to work for a company building bigger bombs, tastier Doritos, the next sugar-free soda, the next app for sharing media I find special, fundraising for a political party...I want to explore space plz. I don't want to take a red pill or learn how to brew my own beer or fill a bookshelf up with board games or blu rays or action figures, I want to explore space. I don't want to argue with a religious person or post pictures of my cat or look at a billion pictures of boobs, I want to explore space. Astronauts probably don't have any trouble getting laid. Do astronauts have existential crisis? It's a fair question...I'm trying to put myself in the shoes of a spaceman who feels moondust crunch underneath his space boots and asks himself, "What the !@#$ am I doing with my life?"
—Excerpt from a post by PsychopompPoet
Shoutout to hobbs, yo
