Profanity laced rant

I'm reverting temporarily back into the foul-mouthed jackass I was a few weeks ago as opposed to just a regular jackass I became recently. Hang on to your seats, motherfuckers.

Damn, that was liberating.

So I'm going to go off on a tirade, about my favorite thing to bash on, the things that make us human. In particular, how you get dependent on other people for help when you're in a situation. This has been made very obvious to me in the past few...years, I would say. Goddamn.

Anyway, this trait is incredibly annoying. When you don't have a single fucking sliver of self-reliance, of self-dependency, all you are is a goddamn leech. A leech who sucks on the supple blood of others to sustain your own interests. A parasite, and not one of those helpful, symbiotic parasites like tube worms, but parasites that drain your energy, depend on you for a bunch while giving you jackshit in return, and are just generally reliant on the help of others rather than carving their own niche.

If you're dependent on the help of others, why bother doing anything at all? If you're just going to mooch off everyone else, you've effectively done nothing but taken the ideas and advice of others and attempted halfheartedly to pass it off as your own. You've no ambition, no energy, but you're still trying to reap as much benefit as you possibly can through the easiest way. That's human, to want the biggest reward with the least amount of effort. But it's also fucking idiotic and annoying as shit. Man up, sometimes the only way to get to the fruit is to get your chainsaw, risk bodily harm, and chop down that fucking tree. You cannot lie there from your deck chair, sipping a Mai Tai with a long stick and poke at it. That's fucking impractical, lazy, and stupid.

Luckily, I only know a few of these people, all of them are within my extended family, so I'm going to have to deal with them most of my goddamn life. I always feel guilty for not helping people, but in that sense, I'm extremely fucking moronic as well. When you know someone terminal with a disease and is going to die within the month, there's no point trying to research all the potential cures and treatments. There's just no point. In my case, all I do is feed the parasite. I need to stop that. Human it may be, but comparable to sticking your head in a beehive just to get honeycomb. If that's too complex a metaphor, it means you're fucking dumb.

PS. You don't appreciate life until you've nearly drowned multiple times, get your feet shredded into bloody bits by razor sharp grass, and try to play five Queens in a game of Bullshit.