Writing Ramblings

That's what adulthood is all about.

But the society doesn't prepare humans for adulthood, only raping.

Wanted to help humanity.

But it was too difficult to cooperate with them.

So I gave up on the species.

I now realize why I grew up with nothing.

I am doing the same to the next generation.

It's a cycle of just rape, ignorance, and suffering.

I want friends who aren't delusional.

...I'm putting the bar too high?

Maybe I should quit wanting.

Quit feeling.

Quit being, thinking, whatever.

I'm so tired geez so tired nothing fixes it.

So my life is truly just an experience of waiting to die.

I feel I have nothing I need to do otherwise.

Never force a friendship.

With others.

"People like you.."

Because it is the behavior, not the person, that is the problem.

Any good person can behave poorly at any time.

And not saying "People like you" allows an opening for poorly behaved people to behave better.

I think that much is a bare minimum for fairness.

It's not about excitement, travel, lavish luxuries.

It's about being able to be clean, be safe, know where you are, having good food and drink, and a bed of your own. Things like that. It's simple, repetitive, but oh so important.

I observe the natural world and although it is far from perfect, it could be so worse.

I give up trying to have more fun than I can afford, and simply focus on just what freedom and liberties that i DO have and can afford.

What luck I have, such as good health where others are not born with it.

It is all a reminder.

I don't believe we always suffer just because we did something wrong. And sometimes it feels like those who do wrong never suffer.

But we are just humans. Just living beings.

We either are at the mercy of this place, or we forfeit our lives early.

Sometimes we are not even given an option to forfeit our lives.

Either way, we die.

Sometimes I think the point of this place is to suffer, and we should all just quit it or shut up and live.

But I understand... it is fine to complain. To want more. When I hear it from others, I feel a little more sane. A little less alone. But too much and we are all just feeling badly about a situation that we cannot fix.

I have to make my own way and showcase it, else no one will know it.

Two sides of the same coin.

When you learn to love, you learn to hate.

You learn to hate what is wrong. Being hateful doesn't mean you are controlled by it. It is an emotion. And it is your responsibility to master self control.

Perhaps a more balanced way of being is being present in both your hatred and your love.

If you find you are unable to perform your job well, you must quit to rest and communicate that.

For whatever reason, people are not taking care of themselves at work. Abusing yourself for the sake of anyone is not ok. It just sets up the stage to never change. For others to be abused after you are gone.

You are not a good parent if you overwork yourself for a child or pet.

You are not a good person for yourself, the only person you really will always have and understand, when you choose to keep being a coward for money.

Sometimes you have to let it fall apart.

I prefer children to see authentic people.

To see struggle.

This is life, not some fucking fairytale.

They will either kill themselves or not.. and I am not an instrument for keeping them blind to truth.

You are wrong to lie to them. To treat them like they are not an adult-in-training.

I cannot tell if it is my aging, or the desire to quit seeing this world.

To quit being here.

Make it all go away.

You deserve my hesitation in helping you if you ever need it.

I am no one's servant, anyway.

That is the biggest mistake in this world that runs on an employment system... it treats people like cogs, servants, money slaves.. but I am a spirit no matter what you say.