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those days when you feel like your best trait is the thing that's killing you? it's killing me. Tonight i wish i could be one of those people. Yeah, *those* ones. The ones that have no empathy. The ones that can't see both sides all the damn time to the point where you can't even get in a decent debate anymore, no matter which side you're on. The ones that don't give two shits about the homeless people, let alone some change. they walk on proudly by and maybe they say something totally savage like 'get a job, freak!' The ones that get angry at people when they're dicks to you or other people, they just sit there and assume that, hey, this person is a fucking dick. Rather than wonder what would make a person lash out so rudely, well i guess they must be having a rough time lately and chose me as a target for no reason. Oh yes, i can understand that, i'd better just back off and let them cool, they really are nice once you get to know them. Oh no, not *those* people. They'd jump in and sink to this level and bitch and bitch until they were blue in the face and not care one fuck about the other people's feelings. The people who don't care about other humans at all, EVER. Maybe they're hiding the fact that they're really quite hurt on the inside but they're hiding it under a harsh shell, oh, that's tragic, i should understand. *Those* people would not think that, not even for a second. Ignorant joe asshole cracks a beer and buys a Palm Pilot. Can't see out of his own head. Can't try to feel for others. Can't think both ways. That is fucking sweet. i'm feeling like one of those teenage guys who does the "girls only like assholes, so i'll be an asshole" rant. But unlike poor teenboy, i'm not trying to get laid. I just want to stop fucking understanding shit for a bit, stop caring about others, stop being such a supposedly good person and just be one of *those* ignorant fucks. See only one side ever. Not because i think it's an okay thing to do, it's just easier. but i wasn't fortunate enough to be raised by Joe Asshole. Sadly i was raised by artists and musicians and buddhists, so ignorance and insane hate are luxuries i can't afford. blah fucking blah |
Aw, hell. So I'm not really Joe A, I guess. But I've been accused a LOT of not having feelings. I've always seemed out of step with the whole damn touchy-feely world. Any decent feelings got stomped out of me early. It makes relationships kind of hellish sometimes, not being all gushy and oozing sympathy out of your ass for every occasion. I'm not an emotionless robot. I just play one nine-tenths of the time. Being a REAL Joe Asshole probably isn't any kind of blessing. When your brain capacity puts you on the same level as a common earthworm, life may seem less complicated, but your soul becomes null and void. Not that Joe Asshole would care about that kind of thing. Crimson and Pug sometimes talk about the "lumpenproletariat". The lumpenproles are people that Karl Marx identified as being too stupid for much of anything besides cannon fodder. They're too stupid to even fit into a Marxist "worker's paradise". They're literally good for nothing. There's a whole class of people too dim to do anything with at all. Joe Asshole is likely a classic lumpenprole. And on every other day, I feel like a lumpenprole, myself. Anyway, sorry to ramble on. You can just chalk up this burst of verbal diarrhea to the fact that I've ingested too much caffeine too early in the day. But I know what you're saying, I really do.....so maybe I'm not Joe Asshole after all, but just a really good impersonator. |
i don't think artists, musicians, and buddhists are automatically free of ignorance, insane hate, rudeness, etc. in fact, i've known plenty of jacques and jules assholes who were artists, musicians, or buddhists, and who would rather crack a beer or fire up a blunt and stay in their own heads than entertain alternate viewpoints or conditions, while imagining themselves to be more "aware" or "sensitive" than others because, well, just because. because they said so, basically. point taken, though. |
Always being fair...again. |
i know what you mean, though. it's a bottomless pit, either way. |
-eggs |
as were the cookies at agatha's barbeque on saturday! thanks! |
Like why do i bother. really, why does anyone. It’s not like i’m doing this for any religious reasons. I don’t have a god to honour with good deeds towards his creation. I don’t believe in a heaven so i’m not working my way up to a bigger, golder cloud when i die. I’m not a follower of karma. I’m not like this for any reason at all. It doesn’t even make sense to me. I just think it’s what i have to do. Just be good to all living and sentient things, always. So what the hell is the point. What is it that keeps me opening doors for old women and listening to sad people and counseling abused teens and not eating animals. What keeps the picture of the Dahlia Llama on my wall. Is that the purpose of good people? to make assholes lives easier? to let them merge in front during a traffic jam? i don’t even believe in “good” or “bad” what the hell is the point. like pearl jam told me- i’ll stop trying to make a difference i’m not trying to make a difference i’ll stop trying to make a difference no way |
you need some quiet time. |
now if that ain't a tongue-twister |
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the masters called it 'wise-selfishness' mmm....hickory sticks. |
Check out the book Nonzero for a good treatment of this subject. |
but when we got in the car, after the show closed, she said, heres your flash. I said, thats not mine. Opened it to find a very nice camera. I looked through the files, hoping to find some booty pics, but no such luck. I called the gallery the next day and returned it to the girl. I have some serious camera karma stockpiled for that. Moreover though antigone...i was actually empathetic to her situation, and how sick she may have felt. I know how sick I would have felt if it were my camera. It made me feel good knowing I could alleviate that, even in a stranger. |
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So what if there is "no altruism." I never saw the point in that statement, and still don't. So what if people benefit, either internally or externally, from a action that helps others? |
if people want to fly to war/disaster-torn countries to hand out kraft macaroni and cheese to cute, smiling kids in the name of god, altruism, or philip morris, I guess it doesn't matter much, as long as people are getting fed, but still that's no reason to pretend that "reciprocal altruism" isn't an oxymoron. |