DamnDahm
Member
- Feb 8, 2026
- 5
Transhumanism is the only future in which I feel as if I could live happily.
In all honesty, I am posting this here as a last resort to deal with people on other sites constantly calling me a cornball or other shit like that, so I feel the need to say before this rant, I am serious about everything said down to the very last word. There is nothing in this rant talked about that I have ever had even a sliver of doubt about, even in passing intrusive thoughts.
I'm open to questions, but please word them carefully and kindly.
Now that the warning is out of the way, time for the actual rant itself.
I have never fit in, I never will and I don't seek to, I view humanity as a whole as a pest and the fact that we cannot and or refuse to overcome weakness such as mental instability through machine will never make any sense to me. I understand that it could have to do with the fact that I have ASPD but in my eyes, human beings are the wrong of the earth and the only way to right it would be to eliminate the flaw in its whole.
Human beings seem to talk about self improvement and adapting so frequently yet lack the understanding or want to truly adapt to something that could be wonderful for us as a race.
It bothers me to no end that we constantly search for cures for illnesses instead of alternatives for the reason the illness is a thing in the first place.
Why spend years researching how to stop an organ from failing instead of just replacing it ?
Why spend years going through therapy and meds just to feel normal when normality itself is the problem ?
Why is humanity so fearful of advancing ?
I hate my body, I always have. When I was a child I would carve my arms and attempt to shove wires inside in a pathetic attempt to become less of what I was. I know that it was not smart, but I was a dumb child. I have always loved machines and ever since I was younger I have always adored prosthetics and the advancements made to them over the years.
I understand the fear that people may have could be relating to pain, but when confronted with this the answer is always something full of empathy and stupid desires and it makes me want to bash my head into a wall until I stop hearing them.
My disgust with myself is to a point where I have mutilated myself to a point of hospitalization multiple times, and I plan to further this eventually.
The only reason I have not fully severed limbs and or done more to fix myself and improve is because of costs, money is and always will be a root problem for human beings. I would ramble on about the issues with capitalism itself but that would be far too long for one post.
If I were capable of finding someone, or anyone with a shred of sense that understands me to help me in my bettering I would accept it in a heartbeat, I understand this is risky and could lead to complications but if I were to die for the permanant improvement of humanity as a whole, I find that this would be a worthy way to die.
My fear is that they would not care for my work nor progress and I will be labelled as another mentally ill sadsack who went off the deep end of dysphoria.
In all honesty, this is one of the main reasons aside from my father that I have not CBT yet, I need to improve myself.
If I am to rot, let me rust.
In all honesty, I am posting this here as a last resort to deal with people on other sites constantly calling me a cornball or other shit like that, so I feel the need to say before this rant, I am serious about everything said down to the very last word. There is nothing in this rant talked about that I have ever had even a sliver of doubt about, even in passing intrusive thoughts.
I'm open to questions, but please word them carefully and kindly.
Now that the warning is out of the way, time for the actual rant itself.
I have never fit in, I never will and I don't seek to, I view humanity as a whole as a pest and the fact that we cannot and or refuse to overcome weakness such as mental instability through machine will never make any sense to me. I understand that it could have to do with the fact that I have ASPD but in my eyes, human beings are the wrong of the earth and the only way to right it would be to eliminate the flaw in its whole.
Human beings seem to talk about self improvement and adapting so frequently yet lack the understanding or want to truly adapt to something that could be wonderful for us as a race.
It bothers me to no end that we constantly search for cures for illnesses instead of alternatives for the reason the illness is a thing in the first place.
Why spend years researching how to stop an organ from failing instead of just replacing it ?
Why spend years going through therapy and meds just to feel normal when normality itself is the problem ?
Why is humanity so fearful of advancing ?
I hate my body, I always have. When I was a child I would carve my arms and attempt to shove wires inside in a pathetic attempt to become less of what I was. I know that it was not smart, but I was a dumb child. I have always loved machines and ever since I was younger I have always adored prosthetics and the advancements made to them over the years.
I understand the fear that people may have could be relating to pain, but when confronted with this the answer is always something full of empathy and stupid desires and it makes me want to bash my head into a wall until I stop hearing them.
My disgust with myself is to a point where I have mutilated myself to a point of hospitalization multiple times, and I plan to further this eventually.
The only reason I have not fully severed limbs and or done more to fix myself and improve is because of costs, money is and always will be a root problem for human beings. I would ramble on about the issues with capitalism itself but that would be far too long for one post.
If I were capable of finding someone, or anyone with a shred of sense that understands me to help me in my bettering I would accept it in a heartbeat, I understand this is risky and could lead to complications but if I were to die for the permanant improvement of humanity as a whole, I find that this would be a worthy way to die.
My fear is that they would not care for my work nor progress and I will be labelled as another mentally ill sadsack who went off the deep end of dysphoria.
In all honesty, this is one of the main reasons aside from my father that I have not CBT yet, I need to improve myself.
If I am to rot, let me rust.
