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I recently talked to my brother about the matter of donating organs. I explained to him that when I die, they can salvage my corpse for whatever they find (not very much probably, for I intend to die spectacularly) and put it in the body of anybody who needs it. Really, I don't care. Even if they feel the need to conserve my brain so they can breed a race of mutant supergeniuses in the future, so be it. I won't know.
However, in the same discussion, I noticed that I am very reluctant about the thought of somebody else's organs in my body. Somehow, I just feel very uncomfortable with that thought of living with the parts of a dead person, and somehow, it makes me think of a human being as a spare parts storage. As I said, I am all for donating organs, and I intend to do so myself, but I just can't imagine being on the receiving end. Am I some weird twisted sort of hypocrite?
However, in the same discussion, I noticed that I am very reluctant about the thought of somebody else's organs in my body. Somehow, I just feel very uncomfortable with that thought of living with the parts of a dead person, and somehow, it makes me think of a human being as a spare parts storage. As I said, I am all for donating organs, and I intend to do so myself, but I just can't imagine being on the receiving end. Am I some weird twisted sort of hypocrite?