You know what I don't like?



That, my friends, is probably the most fully loaded question posed to anyone in recent history. As much as I'd love to sit back and accept the world for what it is, I simply cannot do it. I have always been intrigued with the notion that I can study anything until it's no longer a mystery to me. Anything that seems difficult to understand is usually dissected, taken apart, put back together, and ultimately conquered by my will to learn. However, there is one disgusting exception to that mode of thinking. One thing that stands out above all else. One thing that continues to torture me on my quest for knowledge. Do you know what that one thing is? Human Nature.



I've over studied the Freudian complex. I've read more reference books than I would even attempt to elaborate on here. I honestly think I've figured out the way autistic people think, react, and view the world. Though many of the things I say may come off as arrogant, I'm actually one of the most self conscious people you'll ever meet. I realize much of this came to me post-divorce. So much more about human nature has been taught to me by example, and observation - than any book could ever convey through written text. And therein lies the disgusting fucking mystery. The thought of which turns my stomach, makes me want to rip my own hair out of my skull, and punch a brick wall just to see if every action has an equal and opposite reaction. It's upsetting, to say the least. I'm actually ashamed to be a part of the human race. If being human were a choice, and another race could be claimed by rogues, I'd jump ship. Even if the rogues were considered inferior, or teased like homosexuals are. Fuck it; I'd rather be a gay rogue.



You see… Life imitates life. But every now and then, a radical comes along and plows his own field in a zigzag pattern. And even though it seems to make much more sense to do it the traditional way, people will follow this radical in his quest to be different. People NEED something to believe in. Radicals come in two forms. Either they are master manipulators who intended to start a cult following the moment they spawned whatever idea made them so different in the first place, or they have become a radical figure by simply following what their heart told them to do. The former is less forgiving than the latter, at least in terms of what we humans love to think of as morality. The latter just doesn't want to follow pattern because something inside his or her heart tells them "This just isn't right." Certainly an admirable trait. That's how every invention (at least every worthwhile invention) is either birthed, or improved upon: Thinking outside the fucking box. We live in a world where everyone loves the comfort that box gives them. I'd like to set that god damn box on fire.



Nevermore has human nature made me sicker than our false sense of grandiose. The idea that animals are so below us, and we are so much better off in life, is far and beyond one of the furthest things from reality I can even think of. A big brain does not equal intelligence. And intelligence most certainly does not equal smarts. Look at the invention of the handgun, or the atomic bomb to get an idea of when intelligence meets stupidity. We're nothing but a bunch of kids who recently found the matches. We have the mental capacity to invent such a fucked up contraption, yet none of the emotional stability to decipher whether or not it should have been made in the first place. Aren't you just proud to be a human being?



Oh, and let's not forget my favorite subject: LOVE. "Oh, I love him. We're getting married!" or "Man, I love this girl. She's everything I've always dreamed of.".. And years later (if they're lucky to make it that far) they are both singing an exceedingly different tune, to the shittiest orchestra you've ever heard in your life. Here's the deal, people… Listen closely. People don't want what they say they want, even if they think they want it. Half of all marriages end in divorce. It's easier to fuck a married woman you meet at a club than it is to fuck a single woman you meet in the same place. I say woman because I'm a man, and I'm talking from the perspective of someone who doesn't fuck men. However, before you women start calling me a chauvinist, look around you and listen attentively. Be observant. Love is not real, although the feeling of it is as real as it gets. The feeling of "love" releases a specific set of endorphins in your brain, and it makes you feel like you're on cloud nine. These are the same endorphins that are responsible for giving you those "butterflies in your stomach". This feeling is comparable to an amphetamine high. It is much more complex than lust, and it causes you to feel that this person is meant for you… Your one and only! In actuality, the sneaky little bitch we lovingly refer to as Mother Nature has ulterior motives up her sleeve. She makes those feelings last for usually a period of 18 months, and then they begin to dissipate. It can last longer in some cases, and it can be shorter in others. But it's just enough time for Mother Nature to woo you into a bed, get you fucked, and replicate yourselves through procreation. And those 18 months are used as a spring board to get your little ones up and walking, knocking shit off shelves, and starting to fend for himself. Get it?



So now that feeling is wearing off, like that cheap fucking imitation cologne you bought at the dollar store. Suddenly you start to have doubts about this once undeniable love in your life. Maybe she's not the woman of your dreams after all, and maybe he's not your prince charming. Yeah, or maybe the chemical reaction in your brain isn't firing anymore. Maybe nature is trying to get you to whore yourself out to ensure the survival of your species. That's why older couples tend to kick it a little longer than you young whippersnappers: Because they have been through "love" enough times to realize that it's much more beneficial to live with another person as a mutual partner, even after the initial euphoric feelings wear off. Older people know that they may find "different", but probably not "better". And that, in my opinion, is what the world should be. That's why I have FAMILY MAN tattooed proudly on my neck for all to see. We are living in a time where divorce is not only okay, it's expected and encouraged. Yet we come from a long line of people who stood by their husband or wife through thick and thin. In sickness and in health. Till death did they part. And that's the way it should be. If we don't teach our kids what a family is supposed to be, what it's supposed to stand for, and show them how it's done; how in the fuck will they ever learn how it's done? From watching Paris Hilton & Nicole Ritchie? That's a frightening realization, but it's a realization nonetheless. And now we live on this big blue and green spinning ball, where a committed marriage is considered passé. I can't wait for an asteroid to smash right into this piece of shit.



Push-pull, give nothing-receive everything. No good deed goes unpunished. Oh how women love the asshole! The cocky cock at the table, is always the most sought after cock under the table. And I'm not talking about roosters. Show a girl you don't care, and she'll lose her god damn mind trying to get you to notice her. Show her how much you care, and you'll just as soon lose your own mind wondering why she's not interested anymore. Cat-string theory: Hold a string just out of reach, and make it dance around. Every kitten on the block will tire themselves out trying to catch that god damn string. Now drop that string on the floor. Well, now it's just a fucking string on the floor, and every kitten walks away completely uninterested. After all, where's the challenge? Now apply that theory to love, and see how shallow this rabbit hole of humanity really is, my friends. Nice guys do, and always will finish last. It just works that way. If I go out to a bar, and suddenly shift myself into the cockiest, most conceited asshole in the place, I leave with numbers. Go in as myself, and I leave with my dick in my hands. And that's the hilarity of it all. That's where this existence gets so predictable. One day, you're going to have to expose yourself to this person- showing them who you really are. When they find out you're actually a nice caring guy, and not the cocky (confident, in their mind) asshole they met, something quite fiendish will happen. They will find another asshole, and you will be wondering why. But we're both equally guilty as opposite sexes by putting on this false cover-up image. We all hide under the veil. And in time, what's in the darkness will always come to light.



Until next time kids, have fun desecrating our species. *Ahem*… your species.



- Alan Robert Johnson

23 Year Old Nerd

Accurate, if not a tad pessimistic. Like you said, (more or less) human beings are just as much members of the kingdom Animalia as our fellow primates, subject to the same evolutionary and biological imperitives. I wonder, does all morality then spring from evolutionary concerns?

ILL NEMESIS (Alan Johnson) wrote:

You know what I don't like?



That, my friends, is probably the most fully loaded question posed to anyone in recent history. As much as I'd love to sit back and accept the world for what it is, I simply cannot do it. I have always been intrigued with the notion that I can study anything until it's no longer a mystery to me. Anything that seems difficult to understand is usually dissected, taken apart, put back together, and ultimately conquered by my will to learn. However, there is one disgusting exception to that mode of thinking. One thing that stands out above all else. One thing that continues to torture me on my quest for knowledge. Do you know what that one thing is? Human Nature.



I've over studied the Freudian complex. I've read more reference books than I would even attempt to elaborate on here. I honestly think I've figured out the way autistic people think, react, and view the world. Though many of the things I say may come off as arrogant, I'm actually one of the most self conscious people you'll ever meet. I realize much of this came to me post-divorce. So much more about human nature has been taught to me by example, and observation - than any book could ever convey through written text. And therein lies the disgusting fucking mystery. The thought of which turns my stomach, makes me want to rip my own hair out of my skull, and punch a brick wall just to see if every action has an equal and opposite reaction. It's upsetting, to say the least. I'm actually ashamed to be a part of the human race. If being human were a choice, and another race could be claimed by rogues, I'd jump ship. Even if the rogues were considered inferior, or teased like homosexuals are. Fuck it; I'd rather be a gay rogue.



You see… Life imitates life. But every now and then, a radical comes along and plows his own field in a zigzag pattern. And even though it seems to make much more sense to do it the traditional way, people will follow this radical in his quest to be different. People NEED something to believe in. Radicals come in two forms. Either they are master manipulators who intended to start a cult following the moment they spawned whatever idea made them so different in the first place, or they have become a radical figure by simply following what their heart told them to do. The former is less forgiving than the latter, at least in terms of what we humans love to think of as morality. The latter just doesn't want to follow pattern because something inside his or her heart tells them "This just isn't right." Certainly an admirable trait. That's how every invention (at least every worthwhile invention) is either birthed, or improved upon: Thinking outside the fucking box. We live in a world where everyone loves the comfort that box gives them. I'd like to set that god damn box on fire.



Nevermore has human nature made me sicker than our false sense of grandiose. The idea that animals are so below us, and we are so much better off in life, is far and beyond one of the furthest things from reality I can even think of. A big brain does not equal intelligence. And intelligence most certainly does not equal smarts. Look at the invention of the handgun, or the atomic bomb to get an idea of when intelligence meets stupidity. We're nothing but a bunch of kids who recently found the matches. We have the mental capacity to invent such a fucked up contraption, yet none of the emotional stability to decipher whether or not it should have been made in the first place. Aren't you just proud to be a human being?



Oh, and let's not forget my favorite subject: LOVE. "Oh, I love him. We're getting married!" or "Man, I love this girl. She's everything I've always dreamed of.".. And years later (if they're lucky to make it that far) they are both singing an exceedingly different tune, to the shittiest orchestra you've ever heard in your life. Here's the deal, people… Listen closely. People don't want what they say they want, even if they think they want it. Half of all marriages end in divorce. It's easier to fuck a married woman you meet at a club than it is to fuck a single woman you meet in the same place. I say woman because I'm a man, and I'm talking from the perspective of someone who doesn't fuck men. However, before you women start calling me a chauvinist, look around you and listen attentively. Be observant. Love is not real, although the feeling of it is as real as it gets. The feeling of "love" releases a specific set of endorphins in your brain, and it makes you feel like you're on cloud nine. These are the same endorphins that are responsible for giving you those "butterflies in your stomach". This feeling is comparable to an amphetamine high. It is much more complex than lust, and it causes you to feel that this person is meant for you… Your one and only! In actuality, the sneaky little bitch we lovingly refer to as Mother Nature has ulterior motives up her sleeve. She makes those feelings last for usually a period of 18 months, and then they begin to dissipate. It can last longer in some cases, and it can be shorter in others. But it's just enough time for Mother Nature to woo you into a bed, get you fucked, and replicate yourselves through procreation. And those 18 months are used as a spring board to get your little ones up and walking, knocking shit off shelves, and starting to fend for himself. Get it?



So now that feeling is wearing off, like that cheap fucking imitation cologne you bought at the dollar store. Suddenly you start to have doubts about this once undeniable love in your life. Maybe she's not the woman of your dreams after all, and maybe he's not your prince charming. Yeah, or maybe the chemical reaction in your brain isn't firing anymore. Maybe nature is trying to get you to whore yourself out to ensure the survival of your species. That's why older couples tend to kick it a little longer than you young whippersnappers: Because they have been through "love" enough times to realize that it's much more beneficial to live with another person as a mutual partner, even after the initial euphoric feelings wear off. Older people know that they may find "different", but probably not "better". And that, in my opinion, is what the world should be. That's why I have FAMILY MAN tattooed proudly on my neck for all to see. We are living in a time where divorce is not only okay, it's expected and encouraged. Yet we come from a long line of people who stood by their husband or wife through thick and thin. In sickness and in health. Till death did they part. And that's the way it should be. If we don't teach our kids what a family is supposed to be, what it's supposed to stand for, and show them how it's done; how in the fuck will they ever learn how it's done? From watching Paris Hilton & Nicole Ritchie? That's a frightening realization, but it's a realization nonetheless. And now we live on this big blue and green spinning ball, where a committed marriage is considered passé. I can't wait for an asteroid to smash right into this piece of shit.



Push-pull, give nothing-receive everything. No good deed goes unpunished. Oh how women love the asshole! The cocky cock at the table, is always the most sought after cock under the table. And I'm not talking about roosters. Show a girl you don't care, and she'll lose her god damn mind trying to get you to notice her. Show her how much you care, and you'll just as soon lose your own mind wondering why she's not interested anymore. Cat-string theory: Hold a string just out of reach, and make it dance around. Every kitten on the block will tire themselves out trying to catch that god damn string. Now drop that string on the floor. Well, now it's just a fucking string on the floor, and every kitten walks away completely uninterested. After all, where's the challenge? Now apply that theory to love, and see how shallow this rabbit hole of humanity really is, my friends. Nice guys do, and always will finish last. It just works that way. If I go out to a bar, and suddenly shift myself into the cockiest, most conceited asshole in the place, I leave with numbers. Go in as myself, and I leave with my dick in my hands. And that's the hilarity of it all. That's where this existence gets so predictable. One day, you're going to have to expose yourself to this person- showing them who you really are. When they find out you're actually a nice caring guy, and not the cocky (confident, in their mind) asshole they met, something quite fiendish will happen. They will find another asshole, and you will be wondering why. But we're both equally guilty as opposite sexes by putting on this false cover-up image. We all hide under the veil. And in time, what's in the darkness will always come to light.



Until next time kids, have fun desecrating our species. *Ahem*… your species.



- Alan Robert Johnson

23 Year Old Nerd

Wise.

Rational.

Observant and eloquently expressed.



I am sure you have a dog, if not, I recommend one asap.

These are wonderful replacements for the lack of human association.



However, the sense of bitterness you express is temporary, a nilihism that will soon turn into a revelation.



You will some realize that wisdom is what you have discover, sweet in the mouth though bitter in the stomach once you recognize it.

You are not alone, only separated by 6 degrees of separation.

There other stalks of wheat among the tars and thorns.



What will have happened is that you, by yourself, will have learned to be watchful for the few stalks that will eventually come your way.



The worst thing that can happen to you is to have been in the company of that rare person and acted poorly.

You will never see that person again, or you will never not see that person againdepending on your behavior.



Your theme song is "Some Enchanted Evening."

And people wonder why I perfer the company of my dogs over people.



I learned a long time ago that humans don't deserve to be the dominent species of this planet. No one does.



Call me a hippie or worse but I think if people would throw out these foolish thoughts of morality, God, and logic (to name a few) and just be the animals that we are things would work out better.



Another thing that gets me about humans is healthcare. You are NOT going to live forever no matter how hard you try and the Earth is so overpopulated already that it can't sustain us any longer. We need to just be happy with the time we have and die when our time comes. Studies of populations in the wild show us that overpopulation leads to starvation and extinction.



But then, if I don't say anything maybe all the stupid humans will die off.



Hopefully.

While we're on the subject of madness... wrote:

And people wonder why I perfer the company of my dogs over people.



I learned a long time ago that humans don't deserve to be the dominent species of this planet. No one does.



Call me a hippie or worse but I think if people would throw out these foolish thoughts of morality, God, and logic (to name a few) and just be the animals that we are things would work out better.



Another thing that gets me about humans is healthcare. You are NOT going to live forever no matter how hard you try and the Earth is so overpopulated already that it can't sustain us any longer. We need to just be happy with the time we have and die when our time comes. Studies of populations in the wild show us that overpopulation leads to starvation and extinction.



But then, if I don't say anything maybe all the stupid humans will die off.



Hopefully.

Dogs.



They submit and we masters immediately love them.

We appear to want that from one another, total submission.



Among themselves, tho', dogs can be a little aggressive, working out the pecking order.

They are great though.



As to who cares to live until 90?

Ask the guy who is 89.

Amy wrote:



1) .....where marriage (contrary to popular belief) is not a spiritual binding, but rather a contract between two people



2) .....serious relationships don't start in a bar or backstage at a concert? You have to choose your environment for hunting.





3) There are many serious-minded women who only want to have a commited relationship with a men who will be nice to them. P



4) ...wants someone who is not afraid to be alone, and who isn't worried when she goes out at night with the girls. You lose what you hold too tightly.

1) marriage...It is what it has become.



Marriage is about $.

If it were not about $, the average age of marriage today would not be age 26.



2) ..."serious relationships"... seem to concern 1.5 million abortions every year, and the "Bar mentality" IS where they got seriously involved.



?

"hunting"... You suggest that "hunting" is safely done elsewhere?

Does the hunter become the prey regardless?

Don't men foolishly "hunt" until they are caught?



3) ...." serious-minded women who only want... nice to them"...

Meaning?

It seems to mean giving the woman her way.

As time passes, she will explain what she wants?



Would a man agree to work, forever, for another man on those terms, let alone hand over the pay check?



Ought a woman rather say she only wants a man she can please, one who will faithfully support her and raise the children she really loves?



4) ...."she goes out at night with the girls"....



yeah.

IF she's paying his bills, OK.

A woman can and will have a ready replacement, "out, " as her real security, simply because she can.

There is a market for pussy.



These guys can be out every night and unless they pay, ...

alostcoin wrote:

I feel your pain, but quite honestly thats what character, integrity and being a strong man is all about, we do the right thing regardless of how it makes us feel, we do whats right because we are real men not little boys. By the way real women want real men not cocky little jerks.



By the way, do you want to know why some women seem to like jerks, and some seem to blow of the nice guys?

Here is a fact 1/3 women were sexually abused a children, so as adults they dont want to be victimized so they become sexually aggressive.



So they dont want to hurt the nice guy...





...(Unless they are really narcisistic), so they go for the "safe guy" one who acts exactly as they perceive men as action...

Be the better man bro, let em all be dogs and you be the King...

So, you're saying that 1/3 of the time these women already intend to f'u over?