Today, I’m going to tell you how I shall raise my son ( future son ).
First off, let me just say that there are a shit-load of disgusting parents out there, ‘parents’ who smoke their cancer-sticks right in front of their kids…
I know it’s a ‘natural right’, as it were, for people to reproduce themselves; but sometimes, I wish there were requirements for having children, kind of like how people need to pass tests, in order to acquire a drivers license.
But I digress…
In the future, when I have a son, I’m going to raise him to be a little badass. Nobody at the playground will dare fuck around with him; they will be filled with divine fear upon the sight of his shadow! The birds and other animals will flee in terror, when he stridently walks by. He will boldly and fearlessly look you in the eye, judge you in an instant and attract you into his framework with the authority of his presence!
Not only will I raise him to be fierce physically, but I will introduce philosophy and other intellectualisms into his life from an early age, so even when he is in kindergarden, he will outwit the teachers! By the time he reaches full maturity, he will be a genius!
Nay, the other kids at the playground will be slaughtered with a fire-axe.
Artimas,
I won’t force philosophy upon him; I will introduce it too him in an appropriate way, allowing him to adapt and implement his own style to it. He won’t end up all miserable, like the children of pastors, who have a look upon their face of extreme despair and depression, lifeless…
Or [worse?] he will be born a she. Or he will be born with Downs Syndrome. Or he will be born with personality traits not at all in tune with being an uberman.
Or, existentially, he will bump into others over the course of actually living his life who put forth alternative narratives regarding “how one ought to live”.
Having actually been a parent myself, the approach that I took was different. I was always forthright with my daughter regarding the manner in which I understood myself out in the world with others. But I made it clear that, over the years, she would have many experiences that I never had, meet many people that I never met, come upon ideas that never even crossed my mind. So, in no way shape or form, did I expect her to become another rendition of me.
And I certainly never tried to convince her that any particular lifestyle choices were necessarily better than any others.
And now, sure, I do see parts of myself in her. But mostly I see someone who has always been able to think for herself.
And, as a result of that, we are far removed regarding, among other things, our interests; and any number of moral and political values.
When I first got into deep thinking I sometimes could not sleep at night because I would just lay there thinking about consciousness and death… At first I was afraid to go to sleep for some reason, eventually it went away. But no point really fearing what is inevitable anyways.
I think back when I was in school and how I hated it all but did not know how to word or explain why I hated it. All I could say was “I am not learning anything here.” I could not explain in detail why I wasn’t until now. If I were able to outwit the teachers back then with explanations and arguments I would have probably been expelled or kicked/dropped out a lot sooner than what I did. I hated school more than anything because it’s a sad excuse for education. It’s more memorization than educating honestly.
Teacher - “Here study and read this book. Solve these problems, show work.” You don’t learn how to think or solve using reason/logic. You memorize the methods then solve it as if you’re like a computer being programmed to perform a certain task.
Not everyone believes that. Actually, when Arjuna was asked by Krishna what the greatest miracle in life was, Arjuna answered (this is Hinduism) “That we believe we should never die” And Krishna says, “correct”.