Impositions are laden with contradictions. On one hand, feeling forced to do anything is, of course, most detestable. On the other hand, believing oneself to be an individual, isolated from all inputs, boldly facing the morning sun and affirming a, “yes, onward!” is disingenuous at best and delusional at worst. It’s only reserved for the few who truly homestead – even then, shortcuts are often made, e.g. solar panels.
There’s a societal scaffolded reliance in each day, and reliance is a constant imposition on whatever system one’s in. Imposition has an undertone of “undesirable obligation” but for this topic we’ll restrict it to just “giving someone an obligation”.
So there’s a contradiction in this idea of “opting out” when one still is held softly in the conveniences of logistic companies, fictional bills and monopoly games – and there’s also a contradiction in this implied nuance of an “imposition”.
This idea that impositions are best reduced as soon as possible – and yet, if one does survey the span of a life, peruse the regrets of others and take inventory in one’s own, one may find the exact opposite: obligations are what sustain one’s identity and place-in-the-world.
Amongst the many conveniences afforded in our proto-cyberpunk state, one is this very conversation: as the next natural question is, does one need identity or a place in the world?