WARNING: The following post addresses self-harm, and all that implies. Know yourself before you come to know what’s next.
WARNING: The above picture is also a graphic picture of a real brain. But I think I might be a little late to inform you…Sorry ’bout that.
With formalities out of the way, let’s talk about happiness. Happiness, as a broad term that we will simply define as the perceived absence of pain in a human being’s life, can be many different things. A feeling, a motivation, a goal, a reason, a guarantee; howsoever you perceive happiness will have a large impact on the way you view life as a whole.
James Hughes believes that happiness, an “illusive goal,” is becoming easier than ever to attain as “medical technology is…freeing us from the discomforts of mental and physical illnesses” and “new pharmaceuticals and nanotechnologies will permit us happiness and freedom from pain that are currently unimaginable” (Hughes 43). A fine dream, though rather unrealistic for an Earth populated by diverse minds. However, there is still something here that might be practical, specifically if we consider Hughes’ goal impossible for posthuman pursuits. What if it was much simpler than such a complex abstraction as happiness? Say,
“Our most fundamental drive in life is to be happy, to reduce our pains and increase our joy and fulfillment. It seems obvious that the ethical goal for society should be to make life as fantastic for as many people as possible, not to valorize pain and suffering” (Hughes 44).
Hughes, James. “Being Happier.” Citizen Cyborg: why democratic societies must respond to the redesigned human of the future. Cambridge, MA: Westview Press, 2004. 43-52
Looking at suicide rates across the globe, it is safe to say that the majority of individuals are able to live their lives. They may not be happy, but they can live, and typically do so in a manner that is, if not succeeding, at least directed down a path that will afford them some sort of happiness. No matter how fleeting, no matter how false. But that’s the problem with happiness; it is manufactured, and can never really last unless it is quickly replenished by external forces. Therefore, I suggest we leave this group of people alone, your average man, as someone who can control his feeling well enough to keep on living.
I am more concerned with he who cannot keep living, those who valorize pain and suffering, whose motivator is not happiness and resist most attempts to correct this error. It is an error. Philosophically, and greatly depending on the individual’s personal convictions, I do not think those who wish to kill themselves are wrong to wish so. Quite natural, actually. It is the drawing out of such a process, the depression, the abject sadness, the bitterness, the aimlessness, and, worst of all, the flagellation that is the error.
“Fear appears as an essential presence in the asylum…But these terrors surrounded madness from the outside, marking the boundary of reason and unreason, and enjoying a double power: over the violence of fury in order to contain it, and over reason itself to hold it at a distance; such fear was entirely on the surface” (Foucault 144).
Foucault, Michel. “The Birth of the Asylum.” The Foucault Reader. Ed. Paul Rabinow. New York: Pantheon Books, 1985. 141-167
The madness, I think, is continuing to live in unhappiness despite desperately wanting to die. That is the unreason and the reason, and continuing to practice unreason leads to the failed attempts at suicide, the cuttings and so forth. That holds the fear of death at bay, and, oddly enough, makes the one conflicted by “madness” feel all the more alive.
What is the solution? I cannot shrug and flatly say “Hurry up and get it over with”; personally knowing someone who has been affected by this “madness” prevents me from such a cruel damning of humankind’s desire to survive. But that, I think, is the counter to Hughes’ assertion that we all strive to be happy. No, I say, it is far more basic. We all strive to live.
Those who are moderately happy, or at least distract themselves well enough, can live without medicinal enhancement. Let’s leave them to their own devices. Instead, how might we treat the deeply depressed? Not the one who laughs their fake laugh about how miserable they are and then forgets about it in bed with her boyfriend, but the one who can barely function because they’re so bogged down by overwhelming emotions?
The drug I have in mind would function in a similar fashion to the “A Pill” in Cary Joji Fukunama’s Maniac. Annie Landsberg uses it frequently in episodes one and two, revealing in episode three that it is so she can relive the worst experience of her life, her sister’s death. And yet, it is also the best experience, because she can spend an entire day with her sister, over and over again. It makes her feel alive…or, at least, okay with being alive. Her character is active, not depressed in her actions, though perhaps aimless in her wants, and not self-harming in the slightest unless you count her addiction to that pill.
Now, reliving your worst moments is not exactly the type of pill I’m suggesting, nor is it Hugh’s bliss pill. Mine is a mere “satisfaction” pill, to satiate the desires pent up in the mind by the individual inclined to self-harm. In feeling only, of course; we are opening wide the gates of the mind’s asylum, but shooting down the inmates before they reach society. The patient will feel alive, but they will not hurt themselves, like satisfying a lust with pornography instead of actual sex. Desire, even with such consequences as cutting, is still only a surface-level motivation, and I think it is feasible to meet the need without performing the action. Even a smoker can be satisfied without smoking by wearing a nicotine patch.
However, like pornography and nicotine, my proposed alternative could still pose psychological consequences. There is no telling what emotional numbness this pill could cause in the patient, though Annie seemed less emotional before taking her “A Pill.” It could greatly affect emotional responsiveness, in that empathetic and sympathetic reactions would be greatly reduced. But is the posthuman world one in which all emotions are realized, or where emotion is unnecessary and inconsequential? If it is the latter, then it can be solved with the “Satisfaction Pill,” because then at least the individual would be able to function in social environments without depressive inhibitors. Yes, sometimes we just need to learn to be satisfied with the best we can do, and maybe we wouldn’t be so disappointed. Or unhappy, as Hughes would impress.







