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If they say why, why, tell 'em that it's human nature.
What I like about people is that we all eat. There are so few things that actually come with "human nature" generally.
Or maybe human nature changes more and more with the modern world. We have the luxury of developing different personality traits without Darwinism eliminating us. Come to think of it, that's probably a major contributor to why the world is a horrible place now. You'd think all the advancements would make things better and better, but the advancements just cater to the lazy and unintelligent and so we young adults are living in the unfortunate era where we see the peak of development followed by a sudden downfall of...well everything.
Sometimes I feel I'm more suited to have lived as a caveman. Not that I have the physical capabilities now, but I have more of the mentality. The physical aspect would have developed itself. Caveman days were so much simpler and that's what I want out of life. I hate complicated things. I like the idea of surviving.
I mean, who among us hasn't heard of the theory on the hierarchy of needs? It begins with physiological needs of any human being and travels up the pyramid to self-actualization...and don't get me wrong. I don't scoff at (or grunt in a caveman manner) at the progressive needs on this theoretical pyramid. I just reject the idea that they are needs.
I'm not trying to purposefully go against the grain. I just take issue with people's concerns. People have enough of a grasp on idealistic concepts that they indulgently declare in their disconnected tones that they care about things such as providing for their family and being "successful" and I sure do hate what the word successful means today.
It's why President Obama's ideas will ultimately fail, because his plans rely on the people of this nation coming together with a common goal of bettering all our lives collectively. Unfortunately, throughout the decades, America has fueled a nation of people that care about one person's needs- their own. And somehow that has become something to pride yourself in. There's such a respect for someone that's "looking out for number one". It disgusts me.
Well thank god we have someone to blame when our lives go wrong.
Damnit.
It makes me recall a story our teacher read us in my psychology class when I attended Perimeter. The gist of the story is that a wife has a husband that took a job he didn't necessarily want, but took because they were in hard times financially. She becomes upset at the lack of quality time with her husband and begins secretly traveling across town regularly to meet up with a secret lover. One night on a regular visit with the secret lover, she gets murdered on the street by a random highwayman.
In my class we were put into groups and our assignment was to rank, in order, who was most responsible for the woman's death.
I was absolutely taken aback, there were no words for my heartfelt reaction, when I discovered that NOT ONE PERSON in my group of EIGHT people agreed with me that the highwayman was first and foremost responsible for her death. I had people saying the HUSBAND was most responsible for taking the job that made him spend all his free time away from his wife. I argued back "In hard financial times, you take what you can get, whether you like it or not. You can't exactly just change jobs because you don't like it." Do you want to know what the reply was that I received? "Yes you can." Simply that. Yes you can. I'd love to be so naiive. Except no, I wouldn't.
Worse than that, I had other people saying the woman was most responsible for her own death. I inquired curiously, "What makes you think she's more resoponsible for her own death than the person who ACTUALLY MURDERED HER?" The responses I recieved were so matter-of-fact- "You're responsible for your own actions"..............(excuse me??) to which I replied "Unless you're a highwayman, apparently."
I'm so angry now. I wish I hadn't recalled this story, because I was in a perfectly good mood. Sometimes it's failry easy for me to accept that most people are morons and I am one of the few mentally competent people left on this earth, but today this enrages me. That I was the only one in a class of more than 25 that insisted that the person that murdered another person was the one that was responsible for her death.
What I like about people is that we all eat. There are so few things that actually come with "human nature" generally.
Or maybe human nature changes more and more with the modern world. We have the luxury of developing different personality traits without Darwinism eliminating us. Come to think of it, that's probably a major contributor to why the world is a horrible place now. You'd think all the advancements would make things better and better, but the advancements just cater to the lazy and unintelligent and so we young adults are living in the unfortunate era where we see the peak of development followed by a sudden downfall of...well everything.
Sometimes I feel I'm more suited to have lived as a caveman. Not that I have the physical capabilities now, but I have more of the mentality. The physical aspect would have developed itself. Caveman days were so much simpler and that's what I want out of life. I hate complicated things. I like the idea of surviving.
I mean, who among us hasn't heard of the theory on the hierarchy of needs? It begins with physiological needs of any human being and travels up the pyramid to self-actualization...and don't get me wrong. I don't scoff at (or grunt in a caveman manner) at the progressive needs on this theoretical pyramid. I just reject the idea that they are needs.
I'm not trying to purposefully go against the grain. I just take issue with people's concerns. People have enough of a grasp on idealistic concepts that they indulgently declare in their disconnected tones that they care about things such as providing for their family and being "successful" and I sure do hate what the word successful means today.
It's why President Obama's ideas will ultimately fail, because his plans rely on the people of this nation coming together with a common goal of bettering all our lives collectively. Unfortunately, throughout the decades, America has fueled a nation of people that care about one person's needs- their own. And somehow that has become something to pride yourself in. There's such a respect for someone that's "looking out for number one". It disgusts me.
Well thank god we have someone to blame when our lives go wrong.
Damnit.
It makes me recall a story our teacher read us in my psychology class when I attended Perimeter. The gist of the story is that a wife has a husband that took a job he didn't necessarily want, but took because they were in hard times financially. She becomes upset at the lack of quality time with her husband and begins secretly traveling across town regularly to meet up with a secret lover. One night on a regular visit with the secret lover, she gets murdered on the street by a random highwayman.
In my class we were put into groups and our assignment was to rank, in order, who was most responsible for the woman's death.
I was absolutely taken aback, there were no words for my heartfelt reaction, when I discovered that NOT ONE PERSON in my group of EIGHT people agreed with me that the highwayman was first and foremost responsible for her death. I had people saying the HUSBAND was most responsible for taking the job that made him spend all his free time away from his wife. I argued back "In hard financial times, you take what you can get, whether you like it or not. You can't exactly just change jobs because you don't like it." Do you want to know what the reply was that I received? "Yes you can." Simply that. Yes you can. I'd love to be so naiive. Except no, I wouldn't.
Worse than that, I had other people saying the woman was most responsible for her own death. I inquired curiously, "What makes you think she's more resoponsible for her own death than the person who ACTUALLY MURDERED HER?" The responses I recieved were so matter-of-fact- "You're responsible for your own actions"..............(excuse me??) to which I replied "Unless you're a highwayman, apparently."
I'm so angry now. I wish I hadn't recalled this story, because I was in a perfectly good mood. Sometimes it's failry easy for me to accept that most people are morons and I am one of the few mentally competent people left on this earth, but today this enrages me. That I was the only one in a class of more than 25 that insisted that the person that murdered another person was the one that was responsible for her death.