I see it like submariners getting the best food and pay in a navy. The moment you pay attention to your environment or consider the hope of rescue, you’re the most vulnerable human alive. You’re in a bathtub at the top of a burning skyscraper and all the forces of nature want to kill you instantly if a single component fails. If I couldn’t distract myself with jokes, it’d be like emergency medicine or leftist politics where the reality is horrifying beyond comprehension. I’d last like a week in space before I’m kissing soil for being safe.