"I was infected with HIV around 3 a.m. on 21 August 2005. In the village quaintly known as Iowa City. And by a guy named "Matt" (more about him in a bit). I know these three things beyond a degree of reasonable doubt. Am I lucky, am I glad, to be in possession of this knowledge--the when, the who, the where--or unlucky, unhappy, to have it?
Neither, I think: I don't feel lucky or unlucky, sad or glad. It's a complicated and touchy subject. It's not a theoretical matter of epistemological apathy. Nor is it some casual triple-shrug of practical indifference. But many friends and acquaintances simply will not not not believe me when I say that, on balance, I could live pretty easily without this knowledge. What can I say to counter their doubt? Make some kind of all-vanquishing aphoristic retort? So... "Ignorance may not always be Bliss, but Knowledge is not always Power either." More loud cries of disbelief--and derision! I don't think I'm going to win this one."