Whine

Despite the rant I'm about to write, I'm actually quite cheerful. No homework, new Prison Break and Heroes in an hour or so (although my expectations are extremely low for Heroes), no work in the foreseeable future, and I kicked my math test's ass. So, time for a little purgative writing.

If the title of the blog is any indication, I'm a misanthrope. I hate my fellow man, for many, many, many good reasons. But recently, some hope has been restored, but I'm not sure why. People with problems have talked to me, and instead of callously ostracizing them, I've actually given advice, comfort, and feedback. I guess I'm softening up, but make no mistake. I am still very much a misanthrope.

We're selfish. We're vain. We're paranoid. We're xenophobic. I'm not just describing America, but all humans. All values that have been so deeply indoctrinated that they're not going anywhere until we evolve into omnipotent beings capable of levitation and shooting thunderbolts from our eyes. I'm guilty of these despicable characteristics. Everyone is, there's no denying it and there's no way to get rid of them (trust me, I've tried and am still trying!). But imagine if we could purge ourselves of them? Would we be happier? Would all the world's ills cease?

Short answer: No.

Long answer: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

There's no such thing as utopia. It's just an ideal to strive for. We can come close to it, but we can never attain it. It's just in our nature, our behavior as human beings to be imperfect. But that doesn't mean we can't change ourselves. We can change ourselves to not be so xenophobic. To not be so materialistic and vain. Hey, a whole generation of kids in the 1960s pulled it off; they didn't want to embrace the backwards, racist ideology. In just a few years, all that paranoia, hatred, selfishness, fear of change was just cast out the window, raising a new generation of kids. It's very much possible.

Time after time, I've been let down, disappointed, offended by the stupidity and folly of mankind. All of the aforementioned manifested in their absolute worst. Everyone's guilty of them. Some people are just more guilty than others, and I've had the misfortune of having to deal with them. Cunts. That's how this way of thinking flourished.

That being said, I think I'm becoming something of an optimist. My human interactions have been fairly limited - I haven't been forced to mingle with a cornucopia of morons like I was a few years ago. I can pick the people I want to spend time with and cast aside the ones that I hate. Great system, because I've known nothing but great people for the past few months, hell, even years. I guess that's where the newly rooted optimism comes in. I've kinda given people the benefit of the doubt, that kind of thing I mentioned earlier. I wasn't really aware of it until I stepped back and thought about it. It's nice...I think.

I have no idea what the freaking fuck I'm talking about. Cheers.