Reasonable/rational misanthropy? UPDATED
I'll keep the original text up to show my original thoughts, but I thought I'd update this after giving it time.
I say misanthrope in a very broad sense. It's not so much humanity I hate as much as it is just the sole nature of being. I am probably not alone in this idea. I use misanthrope because that is what I've been lead to believe it means. According to dictionary.com it means "hatred, dislike, or distrust of humankind".
Since humans can be forced to do things that are vile under threats, brainwashing, cultural upbringing, myself included, THAT is where "misanthropy" came from. According to the definitions provided on the internet, that was the phrase that best fit, but in reality, it's a dislike for how nature of evolution works in general that I disapprove of, and it's not just limited to humans.
Now to the original text.
So I've been going back and fourth on my calling myself a misanthrope. I DO NOT LIKE THIS LABEL!!!! I don't hate ALL humans, nor all of humanity.
I love my human father. I love my counselor. I love my niece. I love my nephews.
I hate CERTAIN humans. I hate certain ASPECTS of human nature. If a nonhuman animal emulates something that I find distasteful in humans, I do not hate that animal or species, but I do hate the fact that it reminds me of the cruelties of so many humans I've been forced to endure. Thus, I hate the aspect, but not the animal.
Basically, I see myself as a victim of animal abuse. I am an animal. An animal human. A human animal. An animal that was forced to see itself as human. A primate. A great ape.
It's natural for animals raised improperly by their own species to latch on to other species for support and belonging. Other primates will bond with humans if they were neglected or abandoned by their own species. Cats too, and dogs as well. This isn't just a human thing. Many social animals do this very same thing. It's a social mechanism for survival.
Upon doing some thinking, I realized something. My maternal unit would (and STILL does) scream at me for saying that I'm not human, or not human in the same way she wants me to be. She gave me misanthropic thought patterns by generalizing the word "human" to make me see myself as one, and needing to stop being my version of human.
This gave me a very bleak and distorted view of what humanity is. I am a very strange human indeed. I had to learn to view myself as human, and had to learn to care about being a stereotypical human, and through highly traumatic means.
Dehumanization lead me to think that in order to be what I am, I MUST be something nonhuman, right? Maybe I'm more human instead, so why don't I feel more than human? I HAVE TO BE nonhuman! If I was nonhuman she wouldn't be giving me shit for any of this...ah ha! That explains EVERYTHING! I am not human! I am a mutant monkey! A mutant ape! A mutant suminia...and of course I'm not my paranthrotype with all of it's abilities! I AM A MUTANT VERSION OF THEM DUE TO MY BEING A PRIMATE, A HUMAN! YES! THIS IS IT!!!!!
If my imaginary species were classified as humans, I'd be all for it, embracing every single fucking aspect of humanity! If bonobos were considered humans, again, I'd fucking LOVE that! If my imaginary creatures were what humanity would evolve into, again....FUCKING WIN!!!! If humans were not doing all of the nasty vile things they do, I'd love ALL of humanity. I'm just MUCH more prone to notice the bad instead of the good due to my trauma and forced generalization.









