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Your Feelings Are Assholes.
They say that pain is important. That it’s there to protect you. Well, I say that’s bullshit. Half the time when your knee hurts you’ve got no fucking idea why it’s doing, so and then one day it stops and you have no idea whether you were protected from anything or if your knee was just being an asshole.
Even pain that serves a clear purpose isn’t protecting you. I mean, say you’re walking down the street one day and you fall into a hole and break your leg. Your leg hurts because it’s important that you know you’ve broken it. Fine. That makes sense. But then what? What about the next 6 to 8 weeks of pain? What about the agony which prevents you from climbing out of this mysterious hole? Why is the pain still there? Does pain seriously think you’ll forget about the bone sticking out of your shin if it shuts the fuck up for a minute and lets you think?
Pain isn’t interested in protecting you. It just wants to fuck with you. As a means of defending your body, it’s almost completely useless. For every fire it stops you from putting your hand into, it provides hours of useless suffering which does you no good. At best, pain should last for a minute. Every second after that is stupid.
