I Think I've Figured It Out
I think I've finally discovered the largest source of torment in my life.
People.
It all boils down to six billion bipedal heat bags making every damn day an uphill battle I wish I just stayed in bed for.
How can I make this plain? The human race is a big disappointment to me. We've been here for what, 40,000 years, and this is the best we could do?
I wouldn't say I am too great of a demanding person. I routinely accept the fact that people don't live up to my standards, which frankly aren't that high to begin with, given the current state of the human race. But I am growing ever so tired and infuriated by the fact that I am constantly lowering the bar.
There's always got to be someone to screw up everything for me. Everything.
I've gotten tired of feeling like the smartest person I know. And I don't mean to insinuate that I am superior. Far from it. If I am the only person in say, 100 people, to realise something as plain as the nose on their face, then that says something terrible about the other 99% of the human race.
The number of people who understand what I'm talking about or anything about me just keeps getting smaller and smaller.
I'm tired of turning the TV on, and then turning it off again only minutes later, because I am just enraged by the crap I see until I just want to explode. Or to make something explode.
It really is disgusting and aggravating how stupid people are. How selfish they are. How just plain worthless they are.
I'd like to say my apathy isn't growing. It really isn't. I've just started to wonder if people really don't just deserve everything rotten that happens to them.
How many people are just so comfortable with drug dealers walking the street? You'd be surprised by the actual answer.
How many people don't even understand what it means to benefit from the suffering of others, let alone people who would opposed it, even if they did know what it meant? Even one would be too many, but, far too many.
How many people do you know in your personal life that don't read books written for children or adults with a child like mentality? I'd stake everything that most people couldn't name more than 5% of the people they know, that even read.
The more I look around at the people I know, I wonder when it was, and how it happened, that I shrank so much that I could put up with this for so long. Some people I wonder why I ever called them my friend, or if I was meeting them for the first time ever, right now, would I make the same choices, and spend any time around them voluntarily.
In short, 40,000 years and this is the best we can do. I'm not holding my breath for another 40,000 years.
People.
It all boils down to six billion bipedal heat bags making every damn day an uphill battle I wish I just stayed in bed for.
How can I make this plain? The human race is a big disappointment to me. We've been here for what, 40,000 years, and this is the best we could do?
I wouldn't say I am too great of a demanding person. I routinely accept the fact that people don't live up to my standards, which frankly aren't that high to begin with, given the current state of the human race. But I am growing ever so tired and infuriated by the fact that I am constantly lowering the bar.
There's always got to be someone to screw up everything for me. Everything.
I've gotten tired of feeling like the smartest person I know. And I don't mean to insinuate that I am superior. Far from it. If I am the only person in say, 100 people, to realise something as plain as the nose on their face, then that says something terrible about the other 99% of the human race.
The number of people who understand what I'm talking about or anything about me just keeps getting smaller and smaller.
I'm tired of turning the TV on, and then turning it off again only minutes later, because I am just enraged by the crap I see until I just want to explode. Or to make something explode.
It really is disgusting and aggravating how stupid people are. How selfish they are. How just plain worthless they are.
I'd like to say my apathy isn't growing. It really isn't. I've just started to wonder if people really don't just deserve everything rotten that happens to them.
How many people are just so comfortable with drug dealers walking the street? You'd be surprised by the actual answer.
How many people don't even understand what it means to benefit from the suffering of others, let alone people who would opposed it, even if they did know what it meant? Even one would be too many, but, far too many.
How many people do you know in your personal life that don't read books written for children or adults with a child like mentality? I'd stake everything that most people couldn't name more than 5% of the people they know, that even read.
The more I look around at the people I know, I wonder when it was, and how it happened, that I shrank so much that I could put up with this for so long. Some people I wonder why I ever called them my friend, or if I was meeting them for the first time ever, right now, would I make the same choices, and spend any time around them voluntarily.
In short, 40,000 years and this is the best we can do. I'm not holding my breath for another 40,000 years.