For the Nights I Can't Remember - Hedley

Late night thoughts: it's funny how as humans we're so focused on control when our existence is purely based on chance.

Exploring control...
we all are 'wired' (as my dad would say) w/ certain intrinsic traits. Two main ones are reproduction (the media is a key example of that) & power. Or so I believe.
Human societies have always been stratified into different levels even though we have different names for it. Though in theory, communism & utopian ideas should work, they always fail. Why? Because at the end of the day, there are the select few that are ambitious & want something more, whether that's a good or bad thing isn't something I want to get into. Going back to my point- humans like having control over other humans. There are examples all around us that we take as norms- having presidents/heads of state, bosses, so on. On a scientific scale (from a healthcare student, did you expect anything less?), genomic sequencing to predict what diseases and conditions we're more likely to. In essence, taking hold of our destiny by knowing what (could) lie ahead. Which, I'm not a fan of but that's another topic.
I'm also throwing out that there are essentially two types of humans in terms of control: those that lead and those who are allowed to be led- though I'm not really sure if the latter is a true group rather than a temporary thing. Which, technically means at some point we're being led & are leading. Circular. Or I'm just too tired to think correctly.

Anyways, on the chance part. There are literally billions of people on the planet. The fact that I exist, that I'm sitting here on my laptop typing this kinda weird blog post, is really lucky. My parents happened to come together out of all the other possible people they could have been with. Furthermore, I was the product of one egg and one sperm. Notably, one sperm. Yes, at the back of my mind I'm saying "ew, gross" too, but bear with me. Even at conception, there were a million other possibilities, a million other 'me's that could be writing this entry. But somehow, I'm here.

Tying this altogether, even when it comes to reproduction we're trying to take control in a sense with genetic engineering- altering our offspring's traits or selecting a zygote to implant, what the parents consider the 'perfect baby'. But, when it really comes down to it, though we as a race are becoming ever more controlling (at least in the healthcare field with more drugs, treatments, and cures coming out for conditions), we really have no say in how we get there. We're at the mercy of our parents. And, especially for me, luck. My parents only wanted two kids and there was one on the way between my brother and I but my mom lost it. So here I am.


The putdown, "you're one load your mom should have swallowed," though somewhat comical and incredibly vulgar, was one of the few things that got me started thinking about this. If you wanted to know, which I'm not sure you did. Now that I probably made this post awkward like I inevitably do....it's time to stop typing & go to bed.