A little shade of near- misanthropy crushes your otherwise
human-heart and all that goes into the making of a soul, into mulch. It’s more
like a pulpy mass whose stink can never wane off your breath, as long as you
walk this earth. Add narcissism to the equation and your existence should be questionable.
Well, not yours, but mine. Who are we kidding?
Humans, to me, have always been at the extreme – dirty edge
when it comes to disgust causing-agents. Worse than cockroaches (no offense to
you guys, but don’t even start an argument, you are creepy) And now that I find
myself more and more surrounded by these mean, shrewd, calculating ,heartless
butchers for people, I find myself helpless, left, defenseless to their
ruthlessness and their mind-games and all such endeavors which draw nothing
but spite, hateful spite from me. So as I
crumble, day by day, shrinking into a dark, forgotten space, some oblivion, I could
happily pet a cockroach.
What seems shittier? That money and the power to hold 'more' in your hands is taking over the entire human species, or that this greed and
obsession is all that defines a human being now? In between the gold-rush, the
money-hogging, the luxury-rain, humans have been reduced to a sub-species. And
that is what you ought to call the making of sub-humans, with exteriors as that of humans,
and ethics, values, purpose, goals, work, rotting away, and the stench
unbearable. The thought makes me dizzy.Since when did we learn to set everything aside with our oh-so-judgmental eyes (and minds filled with all but bowls-full of crap), considering how much financial-value it held, to us and maybe to the fucked up stranger we happened to cross on the road, who was ‘low’ enough to be in possession of such and such thing, or ‘high’ enough by our cheap standards. In that one single flashing moment, when we crossed paths(or eyes) all that mattered to us was, the size of the bulge of his wallet. Oh fuck you, if you think this is laughable. But all situations considered and petty assumptions not even brought near to the subject, this is exactly what it comes down to. Money,luxuries,wealth, and then another blunder goes in as our doing, when we , low-lives take a step down shit-heads+ crap-mouths lane to think of success in terms of these parameters. I feel nauseated.
Vanity driven machines, cold, unfeeling zombies, that’s what has
become of us. We are now accustomed to tuning ourselves in a way where we give
not a tiny rat’s ass to the lengths we have to go to snatch away, what may or
may not be ours. Filthy greed, 'the more the better' , the things we step over and
crush in the process, aplenty. Creating
ego satisfaction points out of every little damn thing and thus, making the
transition from egoistic to ego-centric individuals, because for each one of
us,the nucleus that is running the world is ‘us’, our own self. And to please thyself, lay not a fuck to the shameless trampling we undertake, envisaging a world where we alone matter. No other soul comes close, no matter how thick the blood or how all-consuming the love might be which flows between thy self and that other individual (who may or may not serve the sub-human paradigm).
Impervious to the disgrace we bring to us all, we shamelessly carry on. Pseudo worlds, pseudo us.
