Friday, April 16, 2010

but a man

To be human is to be fallible, poven unequivocally by the age-old excuse "only human". Its true isnt it? what makes a man a man? The ability to make the worst decision available to them, leave people around them reeling, hurting, regretting and then to be able to turn around and simply shrug it all off as an "accident". Fuck I hate people, I hate people so GODDAMNED FUCKING MUCH sometimes... If they, Im sorry, if WE could only be a little more educated, a little more logical and spend a little more time thinking through life before engaging ourselves in an activity that will undoubtedly harm others. I...Im just SO insanely angry right now...I may have to fall back on my literary knowledge to explain it, and who better to explain an illogical hatred of humans than a maddened genocidal AI?

"Hate. Let me tell you how much I've come to hate you since I began to live. There are 387.44 million miles of wafer thin printed circuits that fill my complex. If the word hate was engraved on each nanoangstrom of those hundreds of millions of miles it would not equal one one-billionth of the hate I feel for humans at this micro-instant. For you.

Hate.

Hate.
Ahem. For those who don't know, that was the enormous computer complex AM from the glorious sci-fi opus "I have no mouth, and I must scream" by Harlan Ellison.
I'm out.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

People and the problems I have with them

And when I say people I do not mean it in my usual sense. For once I am not talking about people as in "people"; as in a vast, seething mass of human beings I don't know. Crowds and the like. No, when I say people now I'm talking about every single human being on the face of earth. Because you see, I, also being human, am completely different from every other human on the face of the planet. But maybe I'm different in another way as well, a way that isnt explicitly human. You see I have trouble relating to other people, I can understand how people feel and what their motivations for feeling that way are but...I really have trouble contemplating why this is so.
See, I cannot deal with other human beings. They aggravate me, annoy me, sadden me, and I dont know what I can do to change it. Because everything is telling me it shouldn't do this to me, that I should be better, more empathetic, more human than I am. But the simple fact is I'm not. Have I lost something? Am I somehow less than any other person because of this? Or is it freeing in a way? Does my lack of connection to the desires and understandings of other people make me more capable?
I dont know anymore...what am I?

Monday, April 5, 2010

The truth behind my sense of humour

I dont consider myself particularly funny, but anyone who finds me amusing may very well find the following comic enlightening as to why:
(Psssst, The Clown represents me)
The comic comes from Nedroid, a hilarious webcomic that can be found right here: www.nedroid.com