darkwall
Well-known member
There should be some sort of alternative country where people can go to not be surrounded by hate-filled cretins. Years from now, people are going to look at this society of ours where most people follow a church where thousands of its members would rather quit than see a woman bishop, where people kill sentient life-forms because they taste good, and obsess over people they never meet arriving in their country to get jobs they wouldn't touch with a barge-pole. Where smug idiots use sustainable shopping bags but own two Land Rovers, and blanch at the word "paki" but wouldn't let their daughter marry one.
I am being slowly smothered by a thousand little feathers falling around me all the time, and they are the little touches of hypocrisy that fill other people's lives until they begin to perpetrate mine. I read what Socrates said about tragic plays being therapeutic for us, and it clicked: ALL is therapy for me. I have no-one to tell this to - I can't say to a friend 'Oy, Philip, get over here and let me complain about how much I hate humanity' ... I worry about being selfish on here, but I hate to say it - I don't want to entertain you; I'd rather just scream at you.
The thing about misanthropy is that if you're not witty about it, you just alienate people and also sound strange when you say it, because so many parts of it apply to you. We misanthropists are either unbelievably arrogant, then, or self-haters, and I am one of the latter. I know that a lot of the above could be said about me. I reread the debate I had on here a few weeks ago and thought, “perhaps I am becoming a racist too.” We all read it in the papers - "four Asian youths" ... why stick the "Asian" in? What actual difference does it make? So we are forced to think that way, because that's what others are reading, too.
This is what I mean about the tiny feathers. I miss being colour-blind.
I am being slowly smothered by a thousand little feathers falling around me all the time, and they are the little touches of hypocrisy that fill other people's lives until they begin to perpetrate mine. I read what Socrates said about tragic plays being therapeutic for us, and it clicked: ALL is therapy for me. I have no-one to tell this to - I can't say to a friend 'Oy, Philip, get over here and let me complain about how much I hate humanity' ... I worry about being selfish on here, but I hate to say it - I don't want to entertain you; I'd rather just scream at you.
The thing about misanthropy is that if you're not witty about it, you just alienate people and also sound strange when you say it, because so many parts of it apply to you. We misanthropists are either unbelievably arrogant, then, or self-haters, and I am one of the latter. I know that a lot of the above could be said about me. I reread the debate I had on here a few weeks ago and thought, “perhaps I am becoming a racist too.” We all read it in the papers - "four Asian youths" ... why stick the "Asian" in? What actual difference does it make? So we are forced to think that way, because that's what others are reading, too.
This is what I mean about the tiny feathers. I miss being colour-blind.