
whatevs
Mining for copium in the weirdest places.
- Jan 15, 2022
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I get this sad aftertaste of regret and disgust after revising most of the people I have met and continue to meet. This is only getting worse as I grow older and accumulate more experiences.
Earth is a giant sanitarium and most people are so vile or insane that they're best kept as indifferent, unknown strangers. I really get a strong sense of living in a hellscape were despite being all in pain we continue to torment each other or direct our efforts towards chasing shadows and building castles of sand.
Actually, this is something cool about my fucked up personality, there's a lot of genuine contempt and disgust there. I prefer this to the more self-deprecating type that's more frequent in the forum. I've never pretended to be perfect but if I kill myself it will be affected more by how disappointing people were than how disappointing I've might been.
For some reason despite my recent efforts towards solipsism I've always been (very ironically) a group-oriented person, which means that if I can't respect the people around me I probably can't survive, because there's no reason to survive.
The things we do by ourselves suck compared with what we can do collectively, and if the majority of people are insane (from my point of view) I have to keep quiet in most conversations, as what I believe to be sane is insane to them. Thus, I have to live suppressed in their insane world, with their insane rules and their impending doom.
Earth is a giant sanitarium and most people are so vile or insane that they're best kept as indifferent, unknown strangers. I really get a strong sense of living in a hellscape were despite being all in pain we continue to torment each other or direct our efforts towards chasing shadows and building castles of sand.
Actually, this is something cool about my fucked up personality, there's a lot of genuine contempt and disgust there. I prefer this to the more self-deprecating type that's more frequent in the forum. I've never pretended to be perfect but if I kill myself it will be affected more by how disappointing people were than how disappointing I've might been.
For some reason despite my recent efforts towards solipsism I've always been (very ironically) a group-oriented person, which means that if I can't respect the people around me I probably can't survive, because there's no reason to survive.
The things we do by ourselves suck compared with what we can do collectively, and if the majority of people are insane (from my point of view) I have to keep quiet in most conversations, as what I believe to be sane is insane to them. Thus, I have to live suppressed in their insane world, with their insane rules and their impending doom.
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