I am so entirely optimistic about people that it is hard to understand my ultimate pessimism about the human race. I despair the utter idiocy that seems to consume most of our kind, the gullible childish tendencies that afflict so many, and my jaw clenches at the fruitless effort of talking sense to any. And yet, any one person I meet I think the best of, I assume perfection and impose it, to some extent, on my perception of them. And every time I soothe my doubts with faint untruths, purposely blind myself to their nature, but every time, or most times, that same inherent nature wins out and they are exposed and I am disappointed yet again. But as soon as I see someone new, my foolish brain resets itself, because somehow, somewhy, this one is different—but it's not. In general, people are stupid, brainless twits. But somehow, up close, they're intelligent, kind beings, at least at first. It's a conflicting view, to be sure, yet somehow it works, it makes sense. It's a conundrum, but at least the wording is clear.
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The Philosophy of Life, the Universe, and Everything
SpiritualEvery now and then I get into a philosophical mood and start wondering about such things as our purpose here and what might be beyond death. This is the result of such wonderings. || Highest rankings: #3 Random thoughts, Regret; #2 Philosophy, Sel...
