An interesting side-effect of not having cable television (besides not having to pay for it every month) is that we’re perpetually a day behind everyone else in terms of our familiarity with breaking news, and we’re reliably a full year behind everyone else on popular shows.
When everyone was freaking out about The Hatch (on Lost, if you’re a newb) we had just started the show and were trying to figure out what in the blue blazes was up with the scary smoke monster. When co-workers were laughing about “Support the Rabid” (on The Office), Wes and I were tensely wondering if Jim was going to stay with the other branch.
It’s strange living your life like this, continually out of touch and behind the times, but also nice as well. It’s easier to disappear. If I’m stressed because economic news is getting me down, I don’t have to worry about seeing a commercial touting the Latest Scary Headlines at 8! If Wes and I feel like disappearing for a weekend, all we have to do is stay away from our computers and then it’s just us and the puppy.
This is turning into a lengthier intro than I was anticipating but oh well. Onto the point! I was talking to my good friend yesterday and she was filling me in on the gruesome chimp attack that happened awhile ago. I hadn’t heard anything about it and she was giving me the terrible details.
When she was done, she said something interesting and I’ve been pondering it since. She said that, if it had been her in the attack, she would have been angry at the doctors for resuscitating her. In my friend’s opinion, life wouldn’t be worth living with a terribly disfigured face.
This ties in with the whole isolated-from-civilization thing by virtue of me having space to think about this issue without being pummeled with new information every few seconds. I heard the succinct details from my friend and now I’m digesting those details.
I’m genuinely trying to figure out whether life would be worth living if my face looked like ground beef. Of course I’d like to say I’d be willing to go on after such a horrible thing, but I’m not going to pretend that the prospect of spending a lifetime with those injuries wouldn’t be a bleak consideration, either.
Still, even though I wouldn’t look forward to all the stares and disfigurement, I would rather be alive and kicking than dead. So I guess that’s the choice made. It’s still a tragic situation, though.
What I’m puzzling over is what this issue is. Is this an issue of values? Whether you value your life or your looks? Or is this more a question of where your priorities are and how you view yourself? As a blogger, I could look like a centaur and none of you would ever be the wiser. If I were a sales person or a PR rep, would I make a different choice?
It’s a tough issue, and one I’m glad I don’t have to make. This whole incident will make me think fiercely before taking my kids to the ape house at the zoo. Of that you can be sure. On the plus side, I have no doubt that if a chimp tried to attack my kid, the chimp would be the one who ended up without a face.