Originally Posted by
Sagat
Cannot believe I missed this topic. And I am in the perfect mood to write it as I have been dealing with idiots pretty much all day long. I do not want to hear any real rebuttals to what I am about to post, although I cannot stop them. Just know in advance that no, I do not care what you may think about me or my thoughts, so I will not respond to you if you write anything from a moral highpoint.
Yes, I am extremely misanthropic. I could go on for hours about the flaws and downfalls of humanity and only for minutes about their strengths and good points. I generally hate, and that is the word I would use, society in general.
For many years I couldn't really put focus to these thoughts, as a child I had a fascination with Hitler, because although I did not understand World War 2 or the reasons behind it all that much, I felt somehow that I related to him, even at the age of eight. Naturally this prompted a meeting with the school guidance councellor and my parents after I drew a picture of the world on fire and people goosestepping below it, and I was told how my feelings were wrong, not normal, that I had the problem. Even at that age I realized how phony and bogus it all was, so I merely lied and pretended to go along with them and I knew it was just a matter of biding my time.
Something I am still doing. Jack of Blades hit the nail on the familiar head. In the Army, you can kill humans without legal reprisal. You can kill many humans. But something that he left out which I feel important is that the Army, being the broken and rank obsessed system that it is, allows you to have tremendous power over other humans without debate. It is the perfect dictatorship. It is the reason why I joined, because Officers wield tremendous power and the rest merely fall in line.
There are times when I will stand on my balcony and visualize the whole area as far as I can see covered in flames. Cliche, but it brings joy to my heart and a smile to my face. I hate people. I hate them and their pathetic, mediocre lives and antics so much it makes me sick and I want them to suffer. I find it was only after I read Thus Spake Zarathustra, Beyond Good and Evil and The Anti-Christ did I finally have courage to admit this to myself instead of trying to deny it or listen to other people who were telling me I have depression or .. other issues. There is nothing wrong with me. In a world of insanity, it's dangerous to be sane.
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