Digital Wanderer

So some people around here are saying that I have emotional dysfunction, like a lot of folks on the internet. And that it's not funny to joke about dead dogs and people who were terribly dear to someone.

For the especially sensitive souls, I'll clarify that I didn't put dogs and people side by side on purpose, it just so happened that different people talked to me about the exact same thing.

Otherwise, there are two possibilities here.

First — I'm a sociopath, of which there are 10-20% in the world. These very sociopaths don't feel other people's suffering and aspirations. They even wrote a book about it.
https://www.signs-of-the-times.org/articles/show/135284-If+The+Sociopath+Is+Next+Door++-++Move+Upstairs+

According to the book, the only reason they don't become criminals and psychos in such large numbers is due to habit and upbringing, but under the pressure of circumstances they can absolutely indifferently cause pain or harm to others. What's more, for the most part, their sociopathy is determined by their brain structure.

The second case, which is more likely — the cardboard silhouette theory is at play.
Its essence is that a person perceives most other people not as real entities, but merely as unreal pictures or even objects. Subconsciously, they consider only those close to them to be human — those they've communicated with for a long time. Unfortunately, I couldn't find the link to the recent article and study.

The fact that 40,000 children die of hunger and disease a day doesn't touch us, the golden billion, in the slightest. For the 50-100 grand that we collect here for a white person's surgery, we could save hundreds of these dying kids, mostly people of color, which distances them from us even more. The pictures and descriptions fed to us by fundraising agitators like maxim-kononenko are little different from the creations of modern marketers. Their goal is to trigger an emotional reaction.
In the first case: he is also a human being, not a cardboard silhouette, which means you must feel compassion and a desire to help.
In the second: it's not the evil machine of a megacorporation churning out inconvenient, low-quality junk at an inflated price, but rather sweet friends making your life easier with the help of nice and by now almost familiar little gadgets.

But if a person is close to you, the situation changes radically. Immediately you have to be sympathetic and serious to the limit, even after their death. Despite the fact that it won't help anyone and won't improve anything. This sentimentality or hypocrisy, depending on your attitude toward this feeling, is ingrained in most people on the deepest level, because it's instilled from childhood and reinforced by the pathetic structure of the human brain. I don't argue that feeling sad can sometimes be useful. But when a person who doesn't experience such a feeling and has no desire to experience it is declared a heartless blockhead and an emotional castrate, it gets weird to me.
At least sympathize with the living, after all, if you can't sympathize with everyone, but only with those you know personally or those advertised to you in propaganda leaflets.

As for me, I joke and express myself rather darkly partly because I take after my mom and grandma. Mom says to burn her after death and scatter the ashes, and to have fun at the funeral. And grandma was an atheist her whole life, which by no means stopped her from rocking out and dancing in a bar with teenage girls even at 78. And when we had the dog put down, she was surprised why it cost so much. Nothing else bothered her, even though she was the one who bought and gave us the dog 11 years ago.

And I myself would highly approve of black humor about me after my death. People take life way too seriously; it's not worth it.