Sometimes I think the world should suck a dick...
I hate the world sometimes. People have a really unique way of pissing me off when they suck as much as they can.
Be it a fellow pre-med student, going through all this trouble to raise the $1500 to get himself to Jamaica for a week to treat sick people, only to mention he's getting a cheap stethoscope to take on the trip because he doesn't want to use his nice one on those "nasty" people; or sexual intolerance, where upon getting down from my car to go to a meeting at school, I notice that the car next to me is spray-painted yellow and, upon further inspection, realize that this is not the result of a misguided attempt to change the car's color from green to yellow, but a hate crime, whereupon there is also an upsidedown triangle painted on one of the doors and on another door, two woman-symbols interlocked at the circles.
Why do people give a damn how others decide to live their lives? My dad always says that the problems in this world all stem from two things: lack of acceptance and lack of communication. We either can't tell each other what we want, or we can't allow someone else to want what they do. How does it affect my life and my well-being if perhaps the guy next-door is a black muslim who likes to fuck guys? So long as he's not doing it in my living room and that's what makes him happy, then good on to him. Where do we get off judging others if so many of us so firmly believe that God will judge us for our sins? We have no right to play God, nor do we have any right to tell anyone else how we think their life would be better. How can people be so intolerant of each other? We are generally afraid of being alone, and yet we alienate each other by criticizing our differences.
It's fear. Maybe as a species (or as a society) we ourselves are so afraid of being wrong, that anyone else who disagrees with us or does things differently is seen as a threat and must therefore be condemned. And it is this very same self-righteousness and arrogance that has damned the human race.
Frankly, sometimes it makes me sorry to be a part of it.
THE GENIUS OF THE CROWD
there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average
human being to supply any given army on any given day
and the best at murder are those who preach against it
and the best at hate are those who preach love
and the best at war finally are those who preach peace
those who preach god, need god
those who preach peace do not have peace
those who preach peace do not have love
beware the preachers
beware the knowers
beware those who are always reading books
beware those who either detest poverty
or are proud of it
beware those quick to praise
for they need praise in return
beware those who are quick to censor
they are afraid of what they do not know
beware those who seek constant crowds for
they are nothing alone
beware the average man the average woman
beware their love, their love is average
seeks average
but there is genius in their hatred
there is enough genius in their hatred to kill you
to kill anybody
not wanting solitude
not understanding solitude
they will attempt to destroy anything
that differs from their own
not being able to create art
they will not understand art
they will consider their failure as creators
only as a failure of the world
not being able to love fully
they will believe your love incomplete
and then they will hate you
and their hatred will be perfect
like a shining diamond
like a knife
like a mountain
like a tiger
like hemlock
their finest art
-Charles Bukowski
Be it a fellow pre-med student, going through all this trouble to raise the $1500 to get himself to Jamaica for a week to treat sick people, only to mention he's getting a cheap stethoscope to take on the trip because he doesn't want to use his nice one on those "nasty" people; or sexual intolerance, where upon getting down from my car to go to a meeting at school, I notice that the car next to me is spray-painted yellow and, upon further inspection, realize that this is not the result of a misguided attempt to change the car's color from green to yellow, but a hate crime, whereupon there is also an upsidedown triangle painted on one of the doors and on another door, two woman-symbols interlocked at the circles.
Why do people give a damn how others decide to live their lives? My dad always says that the problems in this world all stem from two things: lack of acceptance and lack of communication. We either can't tell each other what we want, or we can't allow someone else to want what they do. How does it affect my life and my well-being if perhaps the guy next-door is a black muslim who likes to fuck guys? So long as he's not doing it in my living room and that's what makes him happy, then good on to him. Where do we get off judging others if so many of us so firmly believe that God will judge us for our sins? We have no right to play God, nor do we have any right to tell anyone else how we think their life would be better. How can people be so intolerant of each other? We are generally afraid of being alone, and yet we alienate each other by criticizing our differences.
It's fear. Maybe as a species (or as a society) we ourselves are so afraid of being wrong, that anyone else who disagrees with us or does things differently is seen as a threat and must therefore be condemned. And it is this very same self-righteousness and arrogance that has damned the human race.
Frankly, sometimes it makes me sorry to be a part of it.
THE GENIUS OF THE CROWD
there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average
human being to supply any given army on any given day
and the best at murder are those who preach against it
and the best at hate are those who preach love
and the best at war finally are those who preach peace
those who preach god, need god
those who preach peace do not have peace
those who preach peace do not have love
beware the preachers
beware the knowers
beware those who are always reading books
beware those who either detest poverty
or are proud of it
beware those quick to praise
for they need praise in return
beware those who are quick to censor
they are afraid of what they do not know
beware those who seek constant crowds for
they are nothing alone
beware the average man the average woman
beware their love, their love is average
seeks average
but there is genius in their hatred
there is enough genius in their hatred to kill you
to kill anybody
not wanting solitude
not understanding solitude
they will attempt to destroy anything
that differs from their own
not being able to create art
they will not understand art
they will consider their failure as creators
only as a failure of the world
not being able to love fully
they will believe your love incomplete
and then they will hate you
and their hatred will be perfect
like a shining diamond
like a knife
like a mountain
like a tiger
like hemlock
their finest art
-Charles Bukowski