Late Night Feelings
I don't know why I'm posting this. I don't really care if anyone reads it and I don't want any replies to it. Maybe I'll read it later on and laugh at myself. I just need to get it out I guess.
I hate money. I hate currencies of all forms. I hate everything to do with it. What a retarded idea.
I hate society, civilization, and the Human Race in general. Collective idiocy putting on a facade for the dumbed down masses. Responsibilities and regulations that don't naturally exist. Laws that are counter to human nature. Technology that claims to enhance existence when all it does is fuck with the natural balance of life. Medicine, philosophy, government, social norms, all of it is unbalancing rubbish.
I hate the masses for accepting all of this as normal and living with it. I hate the idiotic public. I hate the idea that the majority is right and that there's nowhere to live that's untouched by this bullshit. Humanity is fucking insane.
I love trees. I love hills. I love grass and shrubs and forests and fungi and all that grows without thought. True perfection.
I love music. The one redeeming quality of humans...
Some day soon, I'll probably be homeless. A bum wandering from forest to forest, barely surviving off assorted plants until I eat the wrong thing or nothing and die. Or maybe I'll live and become a local legend. But that's too egotistical for me. Dying naturally seems the humble path, which is the one I should choose.
I have nobody to talk to... nobody to let my feelings out on who I can trust to or who I feel comfortable with when doing so. Either it's something I shouldn't bother them with, or they're just not the kind of person to talk to. Part of being human now is expressing emotion through verbal communications... something rather unique on Earth. If it's so unique, it should be optional. But without it, emotions bottle up inside and then cause more problems than they're worth. The question then is how to get rid of these feelings without bothering anyone else and yet effectively letting them go. I guess that's part of art. Too bad I feel no need to create anything but software. The Hippie Geek Bum of the Canyon... that's me.
If you actually read any of this, I apologize. I don't expect anyone to read this crap.
I hate money. I hate currencies of all forms. I hate everything to do with it. What a retarded idea.
I hate society, civilization, and the Human Race in general. Collective idiocy putting on a facade for the dumbed down masses. Responsibilities and regulations that don't naturally exist. Laws that are counter to human nature. Technology that claims to enhance existence when all it does is fuck with the natural balance of life. Medicine, philosophy, government, social norms, all of it is unbalancing rubbish.
I hate the masses for accepting all of this as normal and living with it. I hate the idiotic public. I hate the idea that the majority is right and that there's nowhere to live that's untouched by this bullshit. Humanity is fucking insane.
I love trees. I love hills. I love grass and shrubs and forests and fungi and all that grows without thought. True perfection.
I love music. The one redeeming quality of humans...
Some day soon, I'll probably be homeless. A bum wandering from forest to forest, barely surviving off assorted plants until I eat the wrong thing or nothing and die. Or maybe I'll live and become a local legend. But that's too egotistical for me. Dying naturally seems the humble path, which is the one I should choose.
I have nobody to talk to... nobody to let my feelings out on who I can trust to or who I feel comfortable with when doing so. Either it's something I shouldn't bother them with, or they're just not the kind of person to talk to. Part of being human now is expressing emotion through verbal communications... something rather unique on Earth. If it's so unique, it should be optional. But without it, emotions bottle up inside and then cause more problems than they're worth. The question then is how to get rid of these feelings without bothering anyone else and yet effectively letting them go. I guess that's part of art. Too bad I feel no need to create anything but software. The Hippie Geek Bum of the Canyon... that's me.
If you actually read any of this, I apologize. I don't expect anyone to read this crap.
posted by Andy at 3:09 AM
1 Comments:
I know you don't want anyone commenting on this post but I feel I need to, so there. In risk of sounding like a "lifetime original" I feel for you. But alas there's nothing I can do since I'm just another visitor, but one thing's sure...you shouldn't be so hard on yourself. There's a fine line between overbearing a bearing to speak. I think your far away from this line so I don't think you should worry about bothering people. But again, I don't know you, but I'd thought that this comment might help. It's always nice when people are nice to me so I treat other people the way I want to be treated. I don't know what to end on so... pickles.
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