Society Breeds SociopathsStatus: Still Heartbroken.
The harsh reality is that modern society is breeding sociopaths.
We’re taught not to care. Human misfortune takes a backseat to the calibre of car we drive or what job we have. Settling down with someone who loves you is that substitute plan to fall back on when the ability to fuck one night stands begins to slip in later years of life. Putting another person’s needs above or equal to your own is unheard of, even if the consequences of your selfish, hurtful actions end up tearing the very heart and soul out of someone else. Purity and honesty are now mocked as traits of immaturity. We’re taught that selflessness is a path only the stupid take.
Here’s a truth no one seems to want to face: People don’t necessarily ‘mature’ as they grow older and experience more. It’s just that people can’t get away with the same old tricks they use to. The selfish, instant gratification in their teens and twenties, carving their way through the flesh of bleeding hearts and shattered lives, don’t really pack the same consequence-free punch when they get to the age of 35. As time goes on and we lose our edge to walk away unscathed (Unless, of course, you're rich and/or pretty), people fall back on 'bettering' themselves with resolutions and hollow promises - not because it's a noble or kind thing to do, but because it's a nice way to cover your arse and faith in the false ideal of justice - maybe if you're nicer to people they won't screw you over too much in return.
That’s why people ‘settle down’ with someone. That’s why people search for a solid career. It isn’t maturity; it’s desperation and necessity. People hate the idea that their hollow and regrettable existence is just that – hollow and regrettable. There is no meaning in this hollow void, so they carve their own beliefs.
Question to the readers: Since when did the heart no longer matter?
It seems the choice is between self-respect and happiness.
Does it hurt that I have given up my happiness to invest all of my self-worth and honour and self-respect into one person without a single good thing in return?
Every moment of every day.
Do I regret investing all I am into a hollow promise?
No.
As painful as it is, at least I know it’s real. At least I know I’m real. At least I’m not satisfied to live some artificial existence where my promises and devotions and hopes are thrown away and recycled for more convenient ones.
I think the thing that tears me up the most and cripples me with the lonely is that I no longer have anyone around to lavish all my attention and devotion on. I like buying gifts for people I care about for no reason at all. I like doing things to make people I love happy, even with nothing in return. When I commit to something or someone, I commit everything I have and am – and I’m not one to go back on things that are important to me.
Perhaps that’s why I don’t understand how people can recover and get over things so easily, particularly the things or people they claim were once big or important parts of them. This inability for me to recycle my emotions or take back my promises makes me wonder if there is something rotten and diseased with the rest of society, or if there’s just something damaged with me. I’m told I am pitifully old-fashioned for not being able to adapt and forget about things that are important parts of my life. But then again, how real can an emotion be if you can forget it all too readily? How can something truly make you happy and encompass everything you are if you can walk away from it and feel nothing? Isn’t that just artificial living?
I feel alone in the world. Sometimes I wish I could abuse people’s self-worth and trust for my own selfish instant gratification – even if it tears their soul to pieces. Sometimes I wish I could so carelessly throw away things that are important to me and move on, take experiences merely as lessons. Sometimes I wish I never put people’s emotions and feelings above my own. Sometimes I wish I didn’t care. Sometimes I wish my primary concerns were having fun and being happy and putting my needs first and being satisfied with recycled emotions and leftovers.
But then I actually think. And I would absolutely hate to be that shallow or that stupid. I would hate to be that artificial. I would hate to disrespect every single living being I come into contact with by living such a superficial existence. It’s demeaning to all parties involved.
Growing up entails the realisation of harsh truths.
One of those truths is that love, heart and humanity all mean nothing.
This isn’t adaptation. This isn’t evolution. It’s devolution: a degeneration of humanity.
The harsh reality is that modern society is breeding sociopaths.
We’re taught not to care. Human misfortune takes a backseat to the calibre of car we drive or what job we have. Settling down with someone who loves you is that substitute plan to fall back on when the ability to fuck one night stands begins to slip in later years of life. Putting another person’s needs above or equal to your own is unheard of, even if the consequences of your selfish, hurtful actions end up tearing the very heart and soul out of someone else. Purity and honesty are now mocked as traits of immaturity. We’re taught that selflessness is a path only the stupid take.
Here’s a truth no one seems to want to face: People don’t necessarily ‘mature’ as they grow older and experience more. It’s just that people can’t get away with the same old tricks they use to. The selfish, instant gratification in their teens and twenties, carving their way through the flesh of bleeding hearts and shattered lives, don’t really pack the same consequence-free punch when they get to the age of 35. As time goes on and we lose our edge to walk away unscathed (Unless, of course, you're rich and/or pretty), people fall back on 'bettering' themselves with resolutions and hollow promises - not because it's a noble or kind thing to do, but because it's a nice way to cover your arse and faith in the false ideal of justice - maybe if you're nicer to people they won't screw you over too much in return.
That’s why people ‘settle down’ with someone. That’s why people search for a solid career. It isn’t maturity; it’s desperation and necessity. People hate the idea that their hollow and regrettable existence is just that – hollow and regrettable. There is no meaning in this hollow void, so they carve their own beliefs.
Question to the readers: Since when did the heart no longer matter?
It seems the choice is between self-respect and happiness.
Does it hurt that I have given up my happiness to invest all of my self-worth and honour and self-respect into one person without a single good thing in return?
Every moment of every day.
Do I regret investing all I am into a hollow promise?
No.
As painful as it is, at least I know it’s real. At least I know I’m real. At least I’m not satisfied to live some artificial existence where my promises and devotions and hopes are thrown away and recycled for more convenient ones.
I think the thing that tears me up the most and cripples me with the lonely is that I no longer have anyone around to lavish all my attention and devotion on. I like buying gifts for people I care about for no reason at all. I like doing things to make people I love happy, even with nothing in return. When I commit to something or someone, I commit everything I have and am – and I’m not one to go back on things that are important to me.
Perhaps that’s why I don’t understand how people can recover and get over things so easily, particularly the things or people they claim were once big or important parts of them. This inability for me to recycle my emotions or take back my promises makes me wonder if there is something rotten and diseased with the rest of society, or if there’s just something damaged with me. I’m told I am pitifully old-fashioned for not being able to adapt and forget about things that are important parts of my life. But then again, how real can an emotion be if you can forget it all too readily? How can something truly make you happy and encompass everything you are if you can walk away from it and feel nothing? Isn’t that just artificial living?
I feel alone in the world. Sometimes I wish I could abuse people’s self-worth and trust for my own selfish instant gratification – even if it tears their soul to pieces. Sometimes I wish I could so carelessly throw away things that are important to me and move on, take experiences merely as lessons. Sometimes I wish I never put people’s emotions and feelings above my own. Sometimes I wish I didn’t care. Sometimes I wish my primary concerns were having fun and being happy and putting my needs first and being satisfied with recycled emotions and leftovers.
But then I actually think. And I would absolutely hate to be that shallow or that stupid. I would hate to be that artificial. I would hate to disrespect every single living being I come into contact with by living such a superficial existence. It’s demeaning to all parties involved.
Growing up entails the realisation of harsh truths.
One of those truths is that love, heart and humanity all mean nothing.
This isn’t adaptation. This isn’t evolution. It’s devolution: a degeneration of humanity.
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