InanimatePragmatist
There is nothing for your genetics.
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For the past, long and miserable years I have wondered upon this absurd and disgraceful world, sharing the land and air amongst brainless wilder beasts I call fellow man. Let me be an important lesson when it comes to mental health. I have mostly lived in isolation for majority of, if not my whole life. I never really made proper friends (as they are copes too) nor have I ever loved, trusted or liked anyone truly. I always hated and will always hate mankind to my heart's content.
Now for anyone ass upon this site who think they can over come isolation, you do not. Maybe you do if you are a pathetic weakling who is yoked by moral codes, nonsense made by mankind or some other crap you hold close to your heart such as religion. You will not surpass isolation and yourself. I do not hate myself at all, I never was not once angry at myself. I was always angered at everyone else. If I truly said how and what I wanted to do, I would be investigated (in minecraft) for what I think, want to do and will want to do. Now back to the isolation. There is only a matter time before you begin to crack, even more so when you are more inclined to be unhinged or mentally unwell but either way, time will chew away at your spine and strength.
I never coped about anything, I always accepted reality for what it is and was. The only thing I could ever cope for is ever daring to wish for things to get better. IF I wanted a better life, I would have to do something unrealistic and insane to achieve.
I AM completely and utterly superior to a majority if not a massive percentage of humanity but only with knowledge, manipulation, malice, anger, fore sight and understanding but one thing I am utterly and will be inferior for, is experience. Everything I ever wrote down, the thousands of papers on human pyschology, behavior and philosophy was only fully proved right due to my minor amounts of real life experience outside or just hearing from people I once tolerated.
Now if you think you are so smart, so intelligent and everything. You are not, to the few who are. Let go of it, it will never bring you anything but suffering. You are meant to be an animal, not a machine who can foresee all the path ways of human nature. You are better off being blue pilled to some degree if you want to stay sane.
As Mark Twain once qouted himself.
I will never forgive mankind, I will never ever show compassion or mercy when I gain power in life. I Cannot put into sheer words of how much I hate everyone, every time I get an episode of anger, I feel like I am going mad. I keep seeing things that are not real, I cannot sleep without being attacked by non existent beings in my dreams. My hate, my disgust, my anger, my disdain, my wrath, my scorn, my fury and my utterly and complete abhorrence of everyone who I see, hear and listen too is fully justified even if they are "good" people. Go to hell, every last one of you. Not a single one of you worthless spawns of hell deserve anything but such. Not even your children can be exempt as they only lack awareness of their actions, as do you. As did your forefathers, mothers, brothers and sisters. If there is a god, I am beyond content knowing you will suffer and rot. I can only ever wish to be immortal, only so I can blend myself in as a doctor to ease dying patients final moments. To see them fully reconsider their life choices, to think about what they did and if they ever had purpose in their final moments. To see their putrid pride languish away into a whispering thought of resignation. Before watching their eyes lose all signs of life, to see them have finally take responsibility for what they have done in life. I am just a watcher, a watcher of your unclean psyche's funeral.
I will never have to move a damn finger of mine to hurt you. All I ever do is just point at reality infront of you and just retort what is there to break you. There is no hope, there is no good will, there is no evil, there is nothing. It is just you and this grotesque dream we all co-exist within as but mere flashes and you. You, have no body, no soul, no mind and no heart. You are but another thing amongst the lines of things that litter this absurd existence.
You are nothing within this vast dream. Nothing but a thought.
Now for anyone ass upon this site who think they can over come isolation, you do not. Maybe you do if you are a pathetic weakling who is yoked by moral codes, nonsense made by mankind or some other crap you hold close to your heart such as religion. You will not surpass isolation and yourself. I do not hate myself at all, I never was not once angry at myself. I was always angered at everyone else. If I truly said how and what I wanted to do, I would be investigated (in minecraft) for what I think, want to do and will want to do. Now back to the isolation. There is only a matter time before you begin to crack, even more so when you are more inclined to be unhinged or mentally unwell but either way, time will chew away at your spine and strength.
I never coped about anything, I always accepted reality for what it is and was. The only thing I could ever cope for is ever daring to wish for things to get better. IF I wanted a better life, I would have to do something unrealistic and insane to achieve.
I AM completely and utterly superior to a majority if not a massive percentage of humanity but only with knowledge, manipulation, malice, anger, fore sight and understanding but one thing I am utterly and will be inferior for, is experience. Everything I ever wrote down, the thousands of papers on human pyschology, behavior and philosophy was only fully proved right due to my minor amounts of real life experience outside or just hearing from people I once tolerated.
Now if you think you are so smart, so intelligent and everything. You are not, to the few who are. Let go of it, it will never bring you anything but suffering. You are meant to be an animal, not a machine who can foresee all the path ways of human nature. You are better off being blue pilled to some degree if you want to stay sane.
As Mark Twain once qouted himself.
“Are you so unobservant as not to have found out that sanity and happiness are an impossible combination? No sane man can be happy, for to him life is real, and he sees what a fearful thing it is. Only the mad can be happy, and not many of those. The few that imagine themselves kings or gods are happy, the rest are no happier than the sane. Of course, no man is entirely in his right mind at any time, but I have been referring to the extreme cases. I have taken from this man that trumpery thing which the race regards as a Mind; I have replaced his tin life with a silver-gilt fiction; you see the result--and you criticize!” -Satan, Mark Twain
I will never forgive mankind, I will never ever show compassion or mercy when I gain power in life. I Cannot put into sheer words of how much I hate everyone, every time I get an episode of anger, I feel like I am going mad. I keep seeing things that are not real, I cannot sleep without being attacked by non existent beings in my dreams. My hate, my disgust, my anger, my disdain, my wrath, my scorn, my fury and my utterly and complete abhorrence of everyone who I see, hear and listen too is fully justified even if they are "good" people. Go to hell, every last one of you. Not a single one of you worthless spawns of hell deserve anything but such. Not even your children can be exempt as they only lack awareness of their actions, as do you. As did your forefathers, mothers, brothers and sisters. If there is a god, I am beyond content knowing you will suffer and rot. I can only ever wish to be immortal, only so I can blend myself in as a doctor to ease dying patients final moments. To see them fully reconsider their life choices, to think about what they did and if they ever had purpose in their final moments. To see their putrid pride languish away into a whispering thought of resignation. Before watching their eyes lose all signs of life, to see them have finally take responsibility for what they have done in life. I am just a watcher, a watcher of your unclean psyche's funeral.
I will never have to move a damn finger of mine to hurt you. All I ever do is just point at reality infront of you and just retort what is there to break you. There is no hope, there is no good will, there is no evil, there is nothing. It is just you and this grotesque dream we all co-exist within as but mere flashes and you. You, have no body, no soul, no mind and no heart. You are but another thing amongst the lines of things that litter this absurd existence.
You are nothing within this vast dream. Nothing but a thought.
, mentally ill cope
