Emotional Leper wrote:
if I had a little red button next to me the would kill every human alive if I pushed it, I'd push it right now. I would have been constantly pushing it for about the last 6 months, ever since I mentally because what I consider an adult. Humanity, as a whole, does not deserve to survive.
I'm pretty misanthropic sometimes, but I could never push a button that would destroy the species that produced Beethoven, Mozart, Yeats, Keats, Byron, Joyce, Picasso (and the list goes on and on and on): music, poetry, art, literature... No species which can create what we have created deserves to be extinguished.
Emotional Leper wrote:
Arguing that what is is not what it is is what constitutes insanity.
Not necessarily insanity -- just delusion. And sometimes people don't bother to
argue, per se. They just ignore "what is," and you can't blame them for that -- you can resent them, but you shouldn't. Just tolerate them and try to understand. If everyone always focused on all the bad things that happen in life, there would be no reason for living.
Emotional Leper wrote:
There are good persons. Individuals can be good and decent and intelligence. But there is no such thing as a good people.
Then dislike/hate humanity as a whole -- assume that most people are sheep. Sometimes I am disgusted by the way "the masses" behave, but every now and then, humanity does something that makes me proud and makes me remember why I'm not ashamed to be part of the human race. Hurricane Katrina made me feel that way. True, people were looting stores and fighting, but you can never fully escape the ugliness of humankind. There's a lot of good in the world, too, though. One of my friends didn't get out of New Orleans in time; after the storm, he had no food, and the house he'd been staying in was flooded and had almost collapsed. Some people saw him walking around alone outside, and invited him back to their home (which had survived the storm fairly well). About 20 people ended up in that house, and no one knew anyone else -- but it didn't matter: they all had something in common. Two days later, my friend was sitting outside with some of these people, when a van full of people came by. They were stopping at every house they could reach, going in and looking for people, and asking whomever they found whether they needed a ride out of the city. My friend hitched a ride and made it to Baton Rouge, where his dad picked him up (thank god he called me and let me know he was safe, because two of my friends and I had already begun packing supplies, preparing to leave the next day in an attempt to find a way into the city so that we could locate him).
Emotional Leper wrote:
I am not an objective observer, though I do my damned to be one, and try to keep in mind when I'm not one, to try to let it colour my feelings about topics that need objective thought as little as possible. And I'm very sad to say that humanity is very lacking.
Of course we are. In a sense, everything in life is "lacking." People have some nasty habits, and sometimes you have to dig around before you can find something "good." But it's there, and it's better to look for it than to ignore it and just take humanity at surface value. It's easier to hate life than to love it.
Emotional Leper wrote:But constant failure is better than never trying. I live every day trying to achieve a perfect ideal of behaviour that I will never, ever suceed in reaching, simply because, being human, I am imperfect and subject to emotions and desires which will derail my attempts at perfection. However, though I know I must fail, I still attempt to be perfect
To strive toward absolute perfection seems an admirable goal, but in truth, it is foolish. (No offense intended.) To strive for something unattainable is useless -- it's like flapping your arms as hard as you can, despite the fact that you know you'll never be able to fly -- you aren't going to get anywhere. All you'll do is exhaust yourself. The fact that you know you won't get anywhere doesn't make the attempt any nobler. Try to be a good person. Perfection is inhuman (although you might see that as a good thing). The weight of constant failure is heavy to bear -- don't place such harsh demands on yourself, or on anyone else. If you do, you'll live in perpetual disappointment.
*sigh* The problem with life is that there are millions of reasons to rejoice, but there are trillions upon trillions of reasons to despair. While it is unwise to ignore the bad things, it is likewise foolish to ignore the good. Just try to focus on what's good. There's probably more than you think. You remind me a bit of myself, about 5 years ago... Even if you can't forgive humanity its flaws and failures, you can applaud its virtues and triumphs (no matter how few). Okay... I'm starting to sound like a Hallmark card, so I think I'd better stop.