Sometimes I hate the human condition, but not for any of the usual reasons. I don’t care that we’re cruel or violent. It doesn’t bother me to know people are “bullied”. I’m not hopelessly baffled or somehow wounded by the greed and desires that rule us. It might seem like it because, well, I’m not usually as much of an asshole as a lot of other people can be, but these things are present in all of us.
Me, you, everybody. I don’t really hate any of that.
What I hate about it is that we’re so stupid sometimes. Instinct is king, it can guide us pretty much anywhere we would ever want to go… I mean for fuck’s sake, we’re just clever animals. But we think about things until we’re frozen in a static field of uncertainty or read and extrapolate things from between the lines that just aren’t there and we act (or fail to act) based on that.
That, far more than our violent little hearts, puzzles the shit out of me.
Not that I’m immune from the problem of over thinking shit all the time but… it’s amazing how self-sabatoging and stupid we can be, and not from a lack of intelligence but because of it.