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| We are all part of a small extension of the human race, an intellectually-evolved group. However, there is one small problem with our sect. We tend to hate and downplay our own race. Some of us may resort to murder, we may resort to secluding ourselves away from humanity, we may even attempt and successfully complete suicide.
We see things in a different light.
We naturally do not reproduce enough, as there is hardly anyone that we truly respect and feel a connection to. Due to this, none of us will help biologically change the human race noticeably.
Our best chance is to enlighten others and contribute to science, which will probably wind up finding a solution to humanities problems or alternatively, unlock it's complete doom.
The sad truth of everything is that we are all gifted monkeys inhabiting a spinning rock that orbits a constant nuclear reaction in a random portion of an average galaxy in a seemingly random place in comparison to the plethora of galaxies in the vast universe.
My best and most genuine advice to you is to stop caring so much. About everything. All of your worries are your own constructs. It is a pure chance happening that you can even interpret data and make judgments about it anyway. Be glad you're not just another hydrogen atom. Use your senses to learn and gather wisdom about the world around you, rather than focusing on negative aspects.
We all by now know that when shit hits the fan, the selfish nature of the human species takes hold, and any/all moral action ceases.
It's sad we can't all remain in a childlike mindset for life, constantly curious about the things around us and able to tap a level of creativity that is able to make any situation interesting, no matter how mundane it may seem to adults. Only a truly ignorant moron never experiences this phase of life, this phase of realization.
Most people will not experience it to our degree, but they all do. Some will deny it, some will internalize it, some will quickly forget about it and seamlessly integrate.
We, on the other hand, seem fairly caught up in it. Just remember that everyone has gone through this misanthropic phase at least once, they were just able to subvert it.
The way I see it, the reason that we are so deeply distraught by this knowledge is because, quite literally, we are letting ourselves be distraught by it. It's too easy to be sucked into a despondent hole, to dwell on the negative aspects of the universe, throwing your life away in the process.
Just forget about it and let go. Internally screaming about it will never solve it. Try to dwell on the not-so-bad things. Remember the good times in life and cherish those moments when you were shocked at another person's kindness or thoughtfulness.
Honestly, try to not dwell on much of anything at all.
I've blogged about this before, resetting your mind to the childlike state. A state devoid of any bias or analytical thought-processes. Living live in this manner might end up being worth living.
Sure, people are trash and are ruining the planet. Sure, the planet is overpopulated. Sure, life is a bitch and then you die. Sure, sure, & sure.
To bring your entire outlook on life down based on these unshakable facts is madness. The plane of existence we refer to as the universe is still mysterious, intriguing, amazing, and ultimately, most importantly, it's thoroughly neutral. We live in the 3-dimensional plane and we're comfortable here.
However, if higher planes exist, then our actions are merely shadows of them.
Don't get caught up in all the details trying to use your man-made words to sort everything out. As I said before, be grateful you have the ability to even begin to sort anything out at all.
It's a double-edged sword to be human; on one end you are capable of recognizing the complexity and wonder of what's around you, and on the other end, you see the meaningless nature of being a mortal and you see all the darkness that sentient beings are capable of being consumed by.
I'm not sure if I helped myself or you at all, but that's what I've got to say.
Not exactly the place for any uppers. Not a fucking mid-day 10 minute get-well camp. Not a fucking group therapy session.
In the end, sadly, I am just the same as every other organism who strives to place itself above other organisms, except I don't do it in a hunter-gatherer (natural) way. I do it writing these seemingly maniacal rants in a hopeless effort to be somehow given a proverbial "thumbs up" from other people through the internet.
I cannot and should not make any claims of superiority over those people from whose ways of life I claim to be exempt.
In the end, I am a part of this society I live in whether I like it or not. Eventually I will most likely find a special girl that enters my shell and erodes it from the inside out and after feeling financially secure and socially obligated I just may raise a little kid one day.
Would I really try to instill these misanthropic views unto them? Of course not. I would try to show them the positive things in life and teach them to appreciate differences in others.
It seems funny to me at times to think about how I am merely the worthless side-product of American culture.
I demand to be accepted for who I am and I am.
I speak my mind, usually desecrating the very culture I am a part of, and that is perfectly fine.
I own weapons that would make young children cry and that is legal.
I have access to all these passive perks and yet I somehow manage to filter them out, seeing only the negative.
This must come to conclusion. I no longer wish to see myself as an infantile growth on the ass of society which demands that things change for me. I want a wave of acceptance to wash over me. I want to open up socially, although, sadly; I won't. The world is the way it is, just as I am the way I am, there is nothing me, you, nor anyone else can do about it.
For now I will quit my bitching and go back to occupying my time by staring at colored pixels.
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