Mr. Meeseeks and chronic pain
Existence is pain. Jerry Smith is accountable for the perpetuated suffering of the meeseeks. A species wishing to cease after their purpose has been fulfilled. The pain from failed purpose is a chronic illness agonising the meeseeks.
Mr. Meekseeks is a species that is called upon from a button box to help fulfil the presser’s desire. The individual presses the button Mr. Meeseeks offs into existence and asks the individual how they would like to be assisted. He then helps fulfil the individual’s desire. Similar to a genie but this creature is not magical, he is scientific. Helping Summer and Beth fulfil their desires through conversation and commodification. For Jerry, they do not magically make him good at golf but teach him to choke up and follow through. It is the absence of magic that allows Jerry to continue to fail. Mr. Meeseeks is a Rick creation that completes the demise of the user in the fastest amount of time. A purpose and then vanishes in thin air.
Jerry’s perpetuated failures agitate Mr. Meeseeks to press the box himself for another Mr. Meeseeks to appear and ask him to assist him to fulfil Jerry’s wish. This becomes a trend of Mr. Meeseeks calling upon more Mr. Meeseeks to help Jerry. The agitation slowly flows into desperation. Rebelling against one another and then against Jerry. Threatening him to fulfil his goal or else. Unwilling to take no for an answer. Jerry against all olds with Beth by his side sinks a handicap shot. Loud cheers for the Mr. Meeseeks roar as they disappear in thin air. Overjoyed that their mission has been complete and the dread gone. Two years of Jerry failure is finally over. The aggressive species calm in complacent joy that it is over and they can disappear.
Cessation for Mr. Meeseeks is the ultimate goal. They assist with a task but once that is completed they move on. A singular mission lead them to their doom. Yet their mind does not see cessation as a bad thing. Their end is glorious. They have completed their goal. Their entire purpose was fulfilled in minutes of their advice. It is their assistance that leads to the success. A minimalist perspective of doing good. Feeling whole at the serenity of monolingual destiny uncorrupted by ulterior motives. A singular motive and expectation. A fated existed devoid of envy. The joy to be alive is briefly for the task. It is relative to the required result. Helping out their handlers is the monumental task. Supporting and doing their job is overjoyed. No need for elongated relationships. Once the job is complete the strings are cut. It is all for the sake of the liberation.
The meeseeks do not seek any relation from their aid. Their efforts are the core of their being. It is through their own failures that they team up against each other and then team up against Jerry. There is no give and take. The only take on their part is the satisfaction of completing the mission. Yet it’s the mission not the person themselves. It is a piece of machinery that fulfils a request. Once the request is completed poof, they are gone. There is no time to create relationships so they turn on themselves and then on Jerry. Beth tries to kiss the Mr. Meeseeks who assisted her all caught up in emotion. Before their lips touch, he disappears. The mission is the goal and that is all. The measure of sentience is questioned in their passivity to endure longer. There is an ambivalence for bonding but that is is the central framing of their creation. They do not seek validation but success. Doing their job correctly to kick off in joyous affirmation.
Wired to complete a mission, they cannot die until the task is complete. Stabbed, shot they are unable to cease. They turn on themselves frustrated at Jerry’s failures but quickly realise the only way out is killing Jerry. They can bash each other but no matter the bruises, they won’t perish. They are immortal so long as the task is uncompleted. Incredibly powerful invincible yet unconvincingly disastrous. They do not relish in this power but instead are focused on dying. Whether it is because they are intelligently deficient or not, they are programmed to do their mission instead of ponder their capabilities. Their immorality comes with pain. A daunting existence. Unable to perform their basic function. Their basic function takes priority over their god-like power. Single-minded to a finite goal without consideration of their capabilities.
Meeseeks are self-aware of their powers. They know they are immortal and yet still wish to die. To the receiver that may seem incredibly ludicrous. Why would an immortal individual seek death in the premature steps of his life. There is so much to live for. Yet it is a design flaw to persist beyond primary function. It a curse to continue living. A foreign cause that leads to unknown territory. It is unclear if the meeseeks feel pain. They claim existence is pain but do not explain what they entirely means. Moreover, their joyous motivation at the onset of birth has little connection with pain. Yet it is possible their function is pained but passion overpowers or pain enters the frame as stress builds from perpetuated failure. In this regard, the unknown immortality is scarring. A mission is accepted and then when it is completed heaven is waiting. Yet, without that death is far way. Dreaming of death is salvation.
Pain is unprocessed existential dread. Meeseeks suffer because they living beyond their intent and they do not know what to do beyond that. Failing to complete their mission causes internal rage as they wish to die. That is their duty and desire. Staying alive past the normative is a reflection of inadequacy and thus a depressive consequence. The two day old Mr. Meeseeks complains of Jerry’s lost cause but the newer meeseeks treat him as a failure. Looking torn up from countless attempts to help Jerry. He is sapped of his strength. His one goal has been undercut with premature decadence. A blow to his being. Unable to assist Jerry forces him to continue living without purpose. He is a simpleton. While immortal, he is lost in the universe. Unwilling and unable to adapt to his new circumstances he wallows in his depressive conduct. The murderous decision is a last ditch effort to void the dread of overdue living.
Desiring death is the exact opposite of human aspiration. Living beings choose life. Mortal and finite wish to live their life to the fullest. Yet the immortal wish to go. Their construction is a flaw. Death is a clarification of their simple layout. With little performance obscurity, the completion is the definite cessation of sentience. Human complexity and intellectual diversity seeks multipurpose. Humans are not designed to fulfil goals and vanish. Human purpose has been constructed with religion and cultural frameworks to solidify order. The dread of human existence is living with zero purpose or a failed purpose. To endure beyond the mental suffocation. Meeseeks cannot endure. They do not know how to do. They begin to physically deteriorate as their minds begin to implode. The physiological apparent decline is an emotional assault. They are not built to endure. Perseverance is not a strength nor an aspect of their being. If Jerry escaped their wrath and they were forced to live in their depressive aura, in time they would evolve potentially. Yet it is clear the perpetuated pain is mind riddling. Not meant to live for so long is simply the normative failure.
Leading to the biggest question of feeling pain. This is never answered. Do they feel pain but push through positively to finish the mission or does it emerge after an expectation is quashed by a failed request. If the former, pushing on is incredibly dreadful. Wishing to die is not only part of their programming but a salvation to their pain. A type of medicine to their awful existence. If pain is embraced from failures. Like a scorching sun that only becomes painful if persist for a long time. It is a gradual discomfort. Pain is either natural or mental. The latter can be fixed, the former cannot. Reality is too painful to live. Siding on the side of the latter does not mitigate its impact. Their entire life is turned upside down. This can lead to a lonely existence and painful discolouring of resilience. Wishing to die is not a cowardice solution. It is who they are. They are meant to die. As soon as possible. There is no fear nor prejudice. The human mind cannot accept non-being. Survival is the most important but for meeseeks that is not worth it. Pain is not worth it.
Meeseeks suicide is task completion. It is not absent meaning death but fully meaning death. The greatest death in nordic lore is to die a warrior on the battlefield. To then rejoice in Valhalla. A task completed as a warrior for the gods. An incredible achievement. Martyrdom is another archaic example in religious communities. Dying for the sake of heaven brings that person to the edenic salvation. Another task completed. Yet in the absurd world there is no salvation. Rebellion against unrelenting suicide is formidable as there is nothing beyond. Yet death is blissful. Death is the end but it is also the serene nothingness. There will be no more joy but also no more struggle. The game has ended and comfort is effortlessly attained in the non-being emptiness. The sufferer sees this as a validated response. No matter the bodily capability. There is always a choice to keep living but if the cons outweigh the joys of life, it is debatably worthwhile. Death is the end of enjoyment but it is also the end of pain. Meeseeks die to never be bred again and yet the mental exhaustion is deeply unfounded. Humans have immense strength but there is a boiling point and a credible rationale.
Suicide is a taboo and depressing discussion. We care because of its finality as well as our connection to the person. Our view on death is negative as a grim reaper stealing our loved ones. Suicide is an active choice. While coerced by the overwhelming pain the lack of medicinal assistance provides the sole solution. To be dead is to be liberated from constant oppression. Suffering has ceased and bliss has engulfed the shamed. The revolt need be hindered. Advocating suffering at the expense of existence is selfish. Day and day out is demoralising. Yet they push on. Stop shouting at the result and respect the process. How much the individual endured until they decided to end it is commendable. It is dreadfully difficult. Encouraging suicide is not the alternative. There is a certain understanding to the sufferers. It is madness. They are unwell but there is little medical aid. Periodic pain does not measure to permanent pain. Letting the struggler choose their best use without any coercive manipulation in such a delicate situation is of utmost importance.
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