Christ, world, I need to stop drinking. It makes me see you a little too clearly.
Y'see, I recently started frequenting a "forum site" that I'd all but forgotten about. Figured it'd be some sort of way to ...quote-unquote socialize. Today, I went from being called a fag for claiming to have a brain that properly functions to seeing a picture of a man holding his own feces with pride. Is this site, comprised primarily of people roughly my age, and younger, a true representation of all that we have left to offer? Is the kind of shit we're leaving for those who follow us? The more I consider what I've witnessed on that site in the past few weeks, the more afraid I am for humanity.
Sure, we're fighting, futily, against a clock that counts down to our star exploding. But, right now, I give a fuck. I care about intellect. What I just saw (the next commenter simply said they'd had bigger bowel movements, and then promised an image of their next) dictates that thought is dying, if not already dead.
Granted, the only reason I have this urge to mind is that I've been enjoying 40% alc/vol fermented fruit. Usually, I'm disturbingly nihilistic.
The key is that I dislike not feeling that. I need to hate everything, or I'm going to want to cry. So, I think I've got to give up alcohol. ...Once this big bottle of Glenfiddich is gone. Along with the Jack, Chivas, and Johnnie. So, eventually.
Fuck, I hate people.
Y'see, I recently started frequenting a "forum site" that I'd all but forgotten about. Figured it'd be some sort of way to ...quote-unquote socialize. Today, I went from being called a fag for claiming to have a brain that properly functions to seeing a picture of a man holding his own feces with pride. Is this site, comprised primarily of people roughly my age, and younger, a true representation of all that we have left to offer? Is the kind of shit we're leaving for those who follow us? The more I consider what I've witnessed on that site in the past few weeks, the more afraid I am for humanity.
Sure, we're fighting, futily, against a clock that counts down to our star exploding. But, right now, I give a fuck. I care about intellect. What I just saw (the next commenter simply said they'd had bigger bowel movements, and then promised an image of their next) dictates that thought is dying, if not already dead.
Granted, the only reason I have this urge to mind is that I've been enjoying 40% alc/vol fermented fruit. Usually, I'm disturbingly nihilistic.
The key is that I dislike not feeling that. I need to hate everything, or I'm going to want to cry. So, I think I've got to give up alcohol. ...Once this big bottle of Glenfiddich is gone. Along with the Jack, Chivas, and Johnnie. So, eventually.
Fuck, I hate people.