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Misanthropy.
11 years ago
Man, there are times when I wished all - and I do mean ALL - the people in the world suddenly vanished.
Gone. Forever.
I can't stand people no more. I can't get around their ways, their fucking stupid ways, their values, their ways.
Religion, money, charity, whatever - I just don't care no more. I wish I was just like the character from the original book that led us into that movie wannabe, "I am Legend." If you are able to, read the book. It's far superior than that Hollywoodian crap. Rober Neville had it all I wanted. A life of danger, yes, but no one to bother you. No kids to pester you. No wife to nag that you aren't nailing the boards in the right way.
I wish I was born on a lonely planet. Just me.
Because...in the end, that's how it feels, sometimes. You are their prisoner. Their slave. To people. To society. To its damned values and rules.
In the end, I've always felt alone in this shithole of a planet. I can relate only to a selected few friends....and even them, sometimes, let you down. Show you their truer self after a petty "email fight".
You wake up at 4 AM, expecting to find no one at your "treasure hunting" place - but there it was - a fucking person. A fucking human being. A fucking hobo, taking what's MINE, and only mine. I swear, when I spotted the fucking son of a bitch gatherin MY things, I wanted to kill him. But not in your regular way, no, A shot to the head would be painless. I wanted it to suffer. A lot. I wanted to fucking bash his skull against the curb until there was nothing left but a bloody ruin.
I know, if anyone ever reads this, they'll think I'm a fucking psycho. So? Sometimes I feel like one, indeed. I don't act on it - never. I'm not that crazy, but sometimes I wished I could be. The anger, pure hatred I felt against that fucking motherfucker, it's proof enough for me. I am deranged. I know it, I've always been. Otherwise, I'd not even be a fucking furry. No way.
I just wished people didn't exist. Or that I was any other thing than a man, Homo sapiens sapiens, bleh bleh bleh, so "sapiens" that a lot of us donate to fucking churches. To a god, that doesn't exist. To pay our way into heaven. Homo stupidus, it should be.
And yet...we all crave for someone. Someone who'd be as crazy as we are, someone who'd understand, not chortle, not judge, our preferences.
But fuck me, that person doesn't exist. So I look up to the sky above and hope for an ending. A sudden ending. Some fucked up drunk soldier in Russia should launch a fucking atomic bomb anywhere in the US. World War Three.
There would be nothing left. Nothing but a barren planet.
But, as nature has proved again and again, it'd recover. Without the cancer that is humankind.
That would be the ideal place to live. In the waking world. After a disaster.
No people around.
No churches.
No banks.
No internet.
Nothing but your will to survive, on your own.
Crazy? Maybe I am. I know, for a fact, that I am not normal. I was born with this defective brain. That can't handle people. Just can't. The slightest criticism turns me into a monster, full of hatred and vice, a perfect target for trolls. I'm happy to be so unknown that they don't even know I exist, and so far had left me alone.
People. Like Roy Trenneman so wisely said, "I've met enough of them. People! What a bunch of bastards!"
Bastards. All of them.
I just wish they were all gone. Because if there's one thing I can't stand, it's THEM. People! Normal people. Telling you to dress this way, wear this brand, buy this shit, walk this way, talk this way. People.
Why do I hate them so much, you'd ask?
Because all my life I felt like I was being seized up by other people. Analyzed. Judged.
I could never let go of this feeling. That's why I chose solitude, I chose to be alone, to get away from them, to live my simple, futile life away from their prying eyes.
And it gets me real mad when I walk to a place there wouldn't be NOBODY around, and spot the motherfucker taking what's mine. A fucking person.
Fuck people, to hell. If I was granted a wish, right now, I'd wish for everyone else in the planet would disappear. I don't care for them just like they don't care for me, so what's the fucking difference?
People!
Begone, pests!
Gone. Forever.
I can't stand people no more. I can't get around their ways, their fucking stupid ways, their values, their ways.
Religion, money, charity, whatever - I just don't care no more. I wish I was just like the character from the original book that led us into that movie wannabe, "I am Legend." If you are able to, read the book. It's far superior than that Hollywoodian crap. Rober Neville had it all I wanted. A life of danger, yes, but no one to bother you. No kids to pester you. No wife to nag that you aren't nailing the boards in the right way.
I wish I was born on a lonely planet. Just me.
Because...in the end, that's how it feels, sometimes. You are their prisoner. Their slave. To people. To society. To its damned values and rules.
In the end, I've always felt alone in this shithole of a planet. I can relate only to a selected few friends....and even them, sometimes, let you down. Show you their truer self after a petty "email fight".
You wake up at 4 AM, expecting to find no one at your "treasure hunting" place - but there it was - a fucking person. A fucking human being. A fucking hobo, taking what's MINE, and only mine. I swear, when I spotted the fucking son of a bitch gatherin MY things, I wanted to kill him. But not in your regular way, no, A shot to the head would be painless. I wanted it to suffer. A lot. I wanted to fucking bash his skull against the curb until there was nothing left but a bloody ruin.
I know, if anyone ever reads this, they'll think I'm a fucking psycho. So? Sometimes I feel like one, indeed. I don't act on it - never. I'm not that crazy, but sometimes I wished I could be. The anger, pure hatred I felt against that fucking motherfucker, it's proof enough for me. I am deranged. I know it, I've always been. Otherwise, I'd not even be a fucking furry. No way.
I just wished people didn't exist. Or that I was any other thing than a man, Homo sapiens sapiens, bleh bleh bleh, so "sapiens" that a lot of us donate to fucking churches. To a god, that doesn't exist. To pay our way into heaven. Homo stupidus, it should be.
And yet...we all crave for someone. Someone who'd be as crazy as we are, someone who'd understand, not chortle, not judge, our preferences.
But fuck me, that person doesn't exist. So I look up to the sky above and hope for an ending. A sudden ending. Some fucked up drunk soldier in Russia should launch a fucking atomic bomb anywhere in the US. World War Three.
There would be nothing left. Nothing but a barren planet.
But, as nature has proved again and again, it'd recover. Without the cancer that is humankind.
That would be the ideal place to live. In the waking world. After a disaster.
No people around.
No churches.
No banks.
No internet.
Nothing but your will to survive, on your own.
Crazy? Maybe I am. I know, for a fact, that I am not normal. I was born with this defective brain. That can't handle people. Just can't. The slightest criticism turns me into a monster, full of hatred and vice, a perfect target for trolls. I'm happy to be so unknown that they don't even know I exist, and so far had left me alone.
People. Like Roy Trenneman so wisely said, "I've met enough of them. People! What a bunch of bastards!"
Bastards. All of them.
I just wish they were all gone. Because if there's one thing I can't stand, it's THEM. People! Normal people. Telling you to dress this way, wear this brand, buy this shit, walk this way, talk this way. People.
Why do I hate them so much, you'd ask?
Because all my life I felt like I was being seized up by other people. Analyzed. Judged.
I could never let go of this feeling. That's why I chose solitude, I chose to be alone, to get away from them, to live my simple, futile life away from their prying eyes.
And it gets me real mad when I walk to a place there wouldn't be NOBODY around, and spot the motherfucker taking what's mine. A fucking person.
Fuck people, to hell. If I was granted a wish, right now, I'd wish for everyone else in the planet would disappear. I don't care for them just like they don't care for me, so what's the fucking difference?
People!
Begone, pests!
