Q: Out of all the people you’ve met in your life, how many could you spend the rest of your life with on a deserted island and be happy about it?
A: My immediate thoughts run the gamut of everyone I’ve met, and granted there have been some people I’ve disliked but I can’t say I wouldn’t find a way to be happy, even if I was stranded with a stranger. For the most part I’ve been fortunate and have met pretty awesome people. Even if I was stuck with a totally annoying stranger, I would have to look past their perceived flaws and try to eke out some enjoyment in my present state. I know myself well enough to know I’m a social creature, and I get lonely being alone.
If I was stranded I’d be happy to not be stranded alone, and I’d get over myself and whatever petty reasons I’d have had for disliking them in the first place since they wouldn’t matter much anymore. So what if they were massive jerks, remove us from societal norms and suddenly what matters gets forced into perspective. Basic requirements for continued survival matter way more than anything could have said or done to me in the past. The only way the present stranded scenario would ever get better is by working together. We’re stuck on an island for forever, our survival would depend on us relying on each other. My main objective is obviously my own survival, and by extension theirs as well. Ultimately, I’m reminded of The Dechronization of Sam Magruder and anything is better than being stranded absolutely alone, so I’d be happy to accept my lot and work towards improving it.