No More Heroes Anymore

People love a hero, or at least anyone they feel like they can call a hero. They love throwing this word around so much in fact that the criteria for its use has been become so minimal and unimpressive to the point where all you have to do to be given the title is develop some sort of chronic illness. Of course we still have your more traditional heroes. You know people who risk life and limb to save others, or in some cases to kill others. Its an odd distinction a fire fighter carries a baby out of a burning building we celebrate this, because he saved a life. When a soldier manages to shoot 10 or 20 people we're equally enthusiastic. Seems like an odd double standard. The prize for these sorts of heroism is usually a medal and maybe a spot in a parade. Now I never found the prospect of heroism particularly attractive. Heroes often die young and I'm not too into that. My goal in life is too live as long as possible even if it comes at the expense of others. If I had the option to live off the blood of children I would, so long as I could live indefinitely. I don't really see the benefit in sacrificing myself for others. There's really only one of me. I can't be replaced. Whereas most other people all seem more or less the same to me and there really seems to be plenty of them so if you lose a few whats the big deal?