Humans… fuck, I can’t stand them. Every single day it’s the same bullshit. Dozens of little things pile up and make me sick: the friend who stabs you in the back with a smile, the guy who ghosts you after swearing he was different, the coworker who smiles to your face and tears you apart the second you turn around. All of it done with a completely clear conscience. We’ll cry like babies over a stupid movie, then scroll right past pictures of kids blown to pieces without blinking. We build breathtaking cathedrals and gas chambers with the same brain. We make love tenderly one night and betray our best friend the next morning. All of it, no order, no moral ranking. It’s not duality, it’s just moral chaos. And the worst part? We think it’s normal. What really disgusts me is our goddamn intelligence. The second it gets even a tiny taste of power even pathetic little power over just one person, it turns demonic. It takes betrayal and calls it “complicated.” It dresses up cowardice as “personal choice” and manipulation as “strategy.” We’re geniuses at justifying our own shit. We could sell literal garbage and convince people it’s caviar, then pat ourselves on the back for being so clever. We’re pathetic emotional parasites. We desperately need other people to feel real, to feel important, to feel anything and at the same time we drain them, use them, ghost them, throw them away the moment they’re no longer useful. We love them, betray them, then move on to the next victim. And the thing that actually makes my skin crawl is how familiar it all feels. You look at a stranger on the subway and you just know, under that normal-looking skull is the exact same mess that’s inside your own head. Same ugly impulses. Same comforting lies. Same ability to do fucked up things without losing sleep over it. If I could rip one thing out of this species, it would be the unholy combo of intelligence and the hunger for power. Without that, we’d just be dumb, violent animals. At least we’d be honest. Instead we became suit-wearing demons who pay their taxes and kiss their kids goodnight. We’re pathetic. Failed gods who chose to become ordinary pieces of shit rather than face the void. And the real gut punch? I’m part of this disgusting species too. And tomorrow I’ll probably do the exact same shit, with the same skill. That’s the worst part, even when you see it clearly, you’re still stuck in it.
