What is really "mine" about my genes if I didn't create them nor can't change them, and what is really "mine" about me anyway if I'm just the result of those genes which are being constantly recycled through the eons? Isn't it depressing to see oneself basically as a random hodgepodge of genetic information inherited from two individuals who shared the same ontological problem and also weren't really "theirs"? Since this realization I've stopped associating any value with having progeny and began being icked by sexuality. Just imagining myself having sex feels so cringe and repulsive, not because of gross physicality, but of the mental state I'd have to be in to perform it, or rather the absence of it. It feels now as a most vulgar trap for a most mindless creature. Am I on the right path or should I forcibly surrender myself to darwinian ideals for the greater good?

>>22904761 (OP)
i can understand for sure
in the end, you're sort of a consciousness trapped in this machine which is a slave to your selfish genes
it makes sense you would feel disgusted by the idea of sex when you see things that way
>should I forcibly surrender myself to darwinian ideals for the greater good?
there's not much else to do in this world, is there?
if you want to focus on something else, you can always do that

if you base your life around NOT obeying your genes, though, that's kinda like a teenager doing things just to piss off his parents.
the teenager isn't actually focused on what they want.
so try not to get caught in that trap of rebelling for the sake of rebellion.

>>22904761 (OP)
>nor can't change them
*nor CAN change them

If I ever wanted to procreate I'd much rather procreate in spirit than in skin and bones. Now you might say that spirit somehow resides and is transferred through sexual organs but somehow I'm not that convinced. Pussy and weenie just seem too goofy and smelly for that.