October 11, 2008

• Rambling about how you’re worthless.

  A lot of the times I want to write something, but I just simply lack the inspiration and willpower to create a piece worthy of posting.

  I’ll bring up the ‘new weblog entry,’ type a paragraph or two and then close the window out of disappointment.

  There really isn’t much worth saying. Lately, everything seems quite pointless.

  What’s the point of writing anything?

  ……………………..

  Several years back everything in the world seemed dull and ridiculously pointless to me. Sure, every living thing in the world’s natural environment does it’s part and works together in synergy. It’s the circle of life, that makes sense!

  However, everything that is relevant to human kind does not. We’re selfish, cruel, and create destruction that leads to more destruction.

  There is no longer a purpose to being alive once you’re human. Once you are born as a human being you are nothing more than a worthless pile of chemical induced meat. Selfish. Unless you live in a tribe in the middle of nowhere, completely independent and self sufficient, you’re freaking garbage. You know it, I know it, everyone knows it. Sure, they may not admit it. But living the life as a human being doesn’t make the world a better place. We’d all be better off dead and rotting in the middle of a forest eaten by animals, scattered about, turned into feces, and used as compost for a bunch of trees.

  So, we’re selfish. Either way we buy shit, throw our shit into landfills, and take shits. Worthless. Okay, so that’s settled.

  By what’s even more mind boggling is how we “people” build these man-made artificial worlds around ourselves. It’s called ‘development.’ It’s the progression of human kind throughout history. Raise towers and all sort of structures, pave roads in every direction, shoot stuff into space. The most important living things ever. Fucking epic.

  Let’s watch TV. Maybe play the new WoW game. Let’s eat a bunch of frozen sugary bovine breast milk. Masturbate to some animated pornography. Maybe eat something called chicken, but I never saw what it looked like when it was alive, but it could be chicken so I’ll eat it anyway. Hey, let’s have sexual intercourse with robots. Consume a bunch of chemicals. Put chemicals in your hair, in your teeth. Wipe your ass with dead trees. Let us be human beings.

  If you look outside the box we’re really doing all of this for no greater goal. Perhaps, because it’s comfortable, because it makes us happy, because it’s easier. It’s stupid. It seems all so pointless to me.

  Easier never gets you anywhere. Easier only makes you weaker. Evolution wise, we’re fucked. Take every living thing and put it on a brand new planet with a livable environment and we’re totally screwed. You going to dig for oil with a stick? Cut down a tree with your bare hands? Screwed. Our species isn’t going anywhere. We’re all going to devolve into ugly fat hunch-backed things that live to be over 100. Woopdeedoo!

  So you’re probably thinking ‘Ok that was all so obvious, so just kill yourself then.’ As much as that would make sense. No.

  Being human is worthless. Being human is useless. Being human is selfish.

  Once again, another worthless human trait has to be emotions. Sometimes I feel as if I would be better off as an insect or some other type of small minded animal, reacting to life through natural instinct and nothing else.

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