I’m sure it varies from person to person, as well as from country to country. In fact, I’m sure all emotions feel different to different people. Yet it’s impossible for anyone to know what any emotion feels like to another person. If I think about that too much, it makes me feel so alone.
About 999,999,999 out of every 1,000,000,000 children suffer this sad fate. End abstinence today!
I jest, of course. Not only would you have to end abstinence (i.e., force every fertile human to spend every minute of every day in sexual congress) but you’d also have to genetically engineer women to produce a billionfold more eggs, and be able to gestate a billionfold more children. Every sperm may be sacred, but God clearly wants almost every sperm to be wasted.
I try to keep a balance in this respect. I keep clean enough not to offend most people, but I don’t do things that I consider pointless, like putting on makeup or dyeing my hair. There may be people who feel offended at having to look at me without makeup, but if so, they are way more obsessive than anyone with a diagnosis.
Today I heard someone suggest pizza de-sausagification to a Muslim friend. I continue to be baffled by the fact that people think other people will be willing to eat food that has been covered with something they find nauseating, immoral or both, simply because that substance has been picked off the food. (Of course, I would probably pick a cockroach out of my food and continue eating, but I’m fully aware that I’m not normal.)