A shitty weekend ahead...

I hate people BUT I am compelled to include them in my thoughts (why, I'm not sure...)
All women are bitches.
All guys will betray you if given enough reward.
The older generation is jaded and thinks you are foolish.
The younger generation is naive, is cultivating jadedness and thinks you are burned out.
Family is an artificial, modern construct. It takes the form it does to drive society.
Friends are really just other people looking to hide from the fundamental truth that we are all ALONE. They have self-serving motives.
In the battle of the sexes, women create so men can destroy. Both roles are vital to the survival of our species, but it distracts from the fact that perpetuating the cycle of life/death/life/death/life/death is completely totally moronic. The world has been, is, and always will be a miserable fucking purgatory. Any reason that people have children for other than the obviously selfish motive to further their own personal development is magical thinking. Children are just the future generation of dead-beat fathers, crack-head whore mothers, lying, greedy politicians, inmates, cheating spouses, assholes that cut you off, snearing, bitter "why the fuck am I born," sacks of flesh whose organic compounds would just as well have been better utilized if they'd combined instead to form shit. At least shit is fly food.

A nuclear bomb, a pandemic, earthquakes, rogue asteroids, or whatever other apocalyptic event that is coming I hope comes today.
That leaves God.
Or dead ancestors.
Both of which are just figments of the imagination. Which isn't a bad thing. Imagination is actually the one way we can get in contact with paradox.
Paradox is really the meat of Life anyway.
Beauty hides ugliness. The most physically beautiful people I've known over the years have tended to be terrible, selfish, deceitful, manipulative and duplicitous. Not on the surface, but once you get to know them. The entitlement is too much to bear.

Intelligence masks the worst form of ignorance: that which is based in opinion. The smartest minds in the world also tend to be miserable sacks of shit. Yes, even the absent-minded professor, star-struck with the miracles of the physical world. Its really just insecurity, but deep down, they are miserable, out-of-touch, bitter, nerds. They THINK they know too much. They, like everyone of the rest of us morons, knows exactly SHIT. Sometimes I wish I was catatonic. Or in a coma. The mind is completely evil. How much of what I think over the course of a day, a week, a lifetime do I actually believe? Very little. So much of what the mind spits out is really just sewage. Sub-conscious excrement, perhaps. And yet, how much of what we experience is dictated by this? I gather that most idiots believe their thoughts. Just watch a couple fight over petty bullshit.
Its quite revealing. The argument ensues. Each takes a side. As the conflict develops, communication breaks down. By the time it is over, chances are nothing is accomplished but to stir up emotions, create negative memories (another bullshit mind product). They should have just had sex, then passed out. Two less people consuming for awhile if nothing else. If they had kids, well...
Romantic love does not exist.
Love, as in the experience of grace, humility and reverence when one recognizes that this is all meaningless, that your eyes are teared up, but you want to laugh, and that you are both a unique snowflake and so is every single everything else is valid. Just like anger or sadness or joy is.
Romantic love is fiction however. It does not last forever, it does not heal, it does not do anything because its not real. When one (and I remember this fairly well) feels like they are in love, or falling in love or whatever, the truth of life is momentarily dispelled. Like a couple shots of Cuervo, it helps to gloss over all of the fact that we are just stinky, greedy, fearful, deceitful primates. And yet, that is the point of life? To feel love? Bullshit. The point of life is that there is no point. There is just a perception of time. Over the duration, certain things make having to endure it bearable. Just because they change your perception doesn't mean that that perception is fundamentally more correct than any other. Tie to this all the hoops people jump through, all the abuse they tolerate, all the dishonesty and confusion and frustration, and inevitably, disappointment that ensues. Love is really just a fucking distraction. Far more good would be done if the vast majority of people just went out into the wilderness and sat still until the died. Hell, maybe everyone should. The animals would be better off.