Something that I believe a lot of people around me misunderstand, is the fact that I hate “people,” but also want to be connected, share moments, create moments, create things with them, and outlive the biggest assholes of the world.
I hate people who have made life for those they will never meet, worse than ever. I hate those who can’t seem to wrap their heads around the idea that no one wants to be owned in any way. I hate those who didn’t pause to put themselves in someone else’s circumstances and realize the negative effects they can have on them; and ultimately, change their course of action accordingly. I hate those who live their lives for the sake of obtaining more and more money, commodities, wealth, or power over others. The list of reasons goes on, but my time to extend it does not.
I really, really feel you on the first paragraph. Humans are social creatures. But there is so much difficulty that goes in line with that. I struggle almost every single fucking day with people, yet I need them and want them.
Something that I believe a lot of people around me misunderstand, is the fact that I hate “people,” but also want to be connected, share moments, create moments, create things with them, and outlive the biggest assholes of the world.
I hate people who have made life for those they will never meet, worse than ever. I hate those who can’t seem to wrap their heads around the idea that no one wants to be owned in any way. I hate those who didn’t pause to put themselves in someone else’s circumstances and realize the negative effects they can have on them; and ultimately, change their course of action accordingly. I hate those who live their lives for the sake of obtaining more and more money, commodities, wealth, or power over others. The list of reasons goes on, but my time to extend it does not.
Bravo, this is a huge one. Deep down I love people. Connection to others is the only real reason for living.
But there’s a massive swathe of people in the world that make me depressed about literally everything because they’re so callous and heartless.
I really, really feel you on the first paragraph. Humans are social creatures. But there is so much difficulty that goes in line with that. I struggle almost every single fucking day with people, yet I need them and want them.
When it comes to the “hate”, is it “misanthropic” or “social-pressure-based” or something else?
Seeing a lot of how people inclinationally are by default gives me a small bit of relatability for the first one.