Here's the thing...
I have a love-hate relationship with everything living or inanimate. For someone who experiences random waves of all-encompassing love, I sure do wanna destroy everything around me quite often.
And it's not like I have a reason. No.
I just get bored. I get bored looking and doing the same thing. To be fair, this lasts for a day. Usually when I've been beating up my body, doing God knows what.
Logos is what differentiates us from being animals, scouring the earth for carcasses. At least, that's what some dead philosophers told us.
Of course, the dead guys are ALWAYS right, right?
Well, in that case, they are...kinda.
See, back when the world was new, squeaky, and shiny us humans had to contain ourselves from killing each other. It was so bad, some wise old farts who didn't want to die, decided to create some laws that would govern the lawless land.
And these laws were called "social norms".
Many years have passed and these "laws" are still in place, one way or the other.
BUTT!
It has become so easy to survive that we've forgotten why we had to have social norms, to begin with. That's both a blessing and a curse.
Here we are, forgetting why politeness was a necessity. Not because it "felt" good...
If you were disrespectful to some ugly men, they'd come to your village, kill you, and rape you.
That doesn't mean we should regress or follow society's will blindly.
Au contraire...
Knowing that these social norms are always manifested can in face help us discern when it's time to break the mold.
And in my case...
HATE!
O H Y E A H
Hate when hate is mostly anger.
See, the overarching theme of my blog is me shitting on weak men (and women sometimes). And it's not because I hate them or anything.
I just think we ought to do better in 2019. For fuck's sake, we've been dominating the world for 1000s of years and now we cry when someone says bad words on the internet.
Anyway...
Hate, anger is a testosteronic response. Sure, that swampy stoic philosophy is trendy these days... Every puffy "goo-roo" talks about it.
Man, I just feel these people are getting old too fast. I don't want to be in my 30s, being that boring guy that gets excited
when he buys Oxford shoes.
I say, embrace your feelings when you're young. Dominate your environment. Don't just sit there, wiggling your head, sipping some obscure drink, being "stoic cool".
Do you have any grit, my man?
Use the killer instinct you were born with. Fuck some shit up.
Be alive and really live.
It's ok to be rough sometimes. You don't always have to obey.
Embrace the beast in you
You're not supposed to be dead inside.
-Thatredbeardguy
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