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I do not feel foolish saying that I am a person who can produce a quality product from time to time. But I am certainly inconsistent and there is no telling when I will hermit myself in a room with nothing but electronic music and porn… only leaving the room when I need to eat… and maintaining that pattern from anywhere between three days to two weeks. My need to hermit makes it so that I cannot have a job. I also have phantom health problems that seem to come and go without any causal connections to grasp at. I have some friends, but very few that I end up spending time with. I attribute this to the fact that I truly believe that I am better than most of the people that I see around. I cannot say what the objective standard is when judging myself and others within this realm of better or worse… it seems to be based on a subjective feeling and the relation of certain observed characteristics to a set of standards stemming from other subjective notions. I blacklist anyone that happens to smile and cock their head when listening to another person speak. I am fully aware of my superiority when I hear people spend entire dinner conversations gossiping about the events of their drunken weekend, and I am clearly superior to anyone that cannot play sports, write music, and organize words and ideas in a somewhat novel fashion. Most people are worthless. Most people are uninteresting. I have no reason to pretend that I like these people. I have no reason to pretend that I am okay with their existence. On the surface of my misanthropy I often claim that I want the world to be a desolate place without community. I want the world to be a network of hermits that run into one another on rare occasions. And I imagine the hermits using their extremely infrequent meetings to exact profound realizations through the juxtaposition of their isolationistic musings and the musings that stem from their dialectics with one another. Undoubtedly there will have to be fuck farms. Places where these hermits can show up and have intercourse with female insemination bots. They could be cybernetic or organic women… as long as they can bear viable human offspring. There could certainly be female hermits as well. But the majority of females that I come into contact with are too tainted by their instinctual predispositions to be of any true substantial value. In other words the insecurities and social survival strategies of females make it very hard for the average female to have any worth to the adept hermit observer. If a female is physically attractive she will have a default worth merely because of the visual and sensual pleasure she can provide… but it takes and extremely special combination of elements for a female to be stimulating to the point of being worthy for adept hermit status herself. I have encountered zero females of this caliber in the 23 years that I have been alive. I am sure that there are some that have lived and died without finding a female that had what it would take. The female issue being out of the way… there are also very few males that would qualify for adept hermit status. This all fits perfectly with the picture that I am trying to paint. I want the world to be socially destitute. The world is already socially impoverished in the sense that most social interactions are vapid, yet necessary norm development, support network forming, entertainment providing, shit festivals… but the social destitution that I speak of has to do with the quantity of social interactions and not the quality. I believe that there is a relationship that can be expressed and recognized between the quantity and quality of social interactions. My hypothesis being that the quality goes up as the quantity goes down. Even if people became unfamiliar with the ways of handling the physical presence of another I believe that there would be more honesty and less habitual ritual. The interactions of the hermits would be epic sharings. What is there to do in isolation other than masturbate, move around and think? When the hermits finally bumped into one another… perhaps it would be awkward… but they would share and they would have to deal with each other’s refined and isolated concepts. Some more adept hermits would school the less adept hermits when it came time to debate or discuss… but to become an adept hermit at all you must be a discerning individual… so there is a good chance that any meeting of individuals would result in a clash of two well thought-out programs.

There is no true joy in the inebriated celebrations of the modern social existence. The popularly envied positions in society are void of content. There is no character in the role models of the social world. Popularity is influence and the influence is having a negative affect on the well-being of humanity. Everyone is taught to escape into the joys of money and glamour. But there is no character in money and glamour alone. These bitches that were born into millions of dollars are not the types of people that will help our species perpetuate… however their behavior is being admired, contemplated in the sense of entertainment, and even emulated by pop-culture immersed portions of global society. Such dynamics, if they do in fact exist, do not bode well for humanity, the global society, whatever it is that we are talking about when we feel pain in our chests and stomachs upon watching reality television programs or looking at celebrity gossip magazines. What the fuck is going on? Where are the thoughts of the masses focused? It seems that the focus of the masses will be asinine in all scenarios, unless there is some sort of impending doom force around to be contemplated and feared. At times of potential death people will watch the interesting stuff in the world. But other than those times, at any time when an understanding of political and global dynamics requires the synthesis of information and a certain level of research… at any time such as that the masses will have their heads up their asses… watching famous for no reason, skinny air heads getting performing fellatio on camera, drinking alcohol and having intercourse… whatever it is that popularly acceptable people do to have fun these days. Our culture blows. There is nothing… there are lots of cookie cutter females flocking around with the same brand of boots on… they sport an array of looks that all come from within the same domain… tights into boots, jeans into boots, throw back to the eighties shoulder cut sweatshirts… or whatever the trends of your era are… there will be packs of piggy backing bitches running around sporting the looks of the moment… and there is no substance or thought going into their decisions that goes any deeper than wanting to be successful within their local or relevant social hierarchy and the opposite sex. Sure if I was fucking a hot girl at this point in my life I wouldn’t be sitting at my computer wearing the only clean piece of cloth in my apartment… and I wouldn’t be asking for a complete social paradigm shift to a world of nomad hermit philosophers… but that doesn’t mean that my hypothetical way is not the way that would maximize the human experience and lead to the most considerable level of intellectual achievement… not to mention the world that I am proposing would be much more objectively respectable than the world of trite interactions that you can find whirling around you in BMWs, super markets, malls, Nissans, shoe stores, restaurants, and barber shops everywhere. Start throwing a little hate around. Let the disdain set it. Stop drinking the pain away and get used to the fact that everything feels shitty because everything is shitty and it is going to take some personal effort to start the progress toward a state in which you might possibly be able to feel better in your default state. This constant urge to be entertained and altered is fucking horse dick… all these malcontent, lazy, quasi-bohemian shit bitches need to be killed or snapped the fuck out of it… we are not in a position to live lives of privilege… I believe that we should be living lives that involve turmoil and discovery… risks should be taken and important things should hang in the balance… we have become a stagnant species that doesn’t have anything on the line. I am not even sure that I am willing to say that we are progressing… it seems that technological advancements are just moving us in a direction in which we will lose the interesting hybrid nature of human existence… for example we are still land animals, we are diurnal, we seem to need exercise and activity… but we also have complicated cerebral existences. This makes it so that we interact with the physical world on a number of subjectively obvious levels. We are subject to the physical causality of our surroundings and we may also have a slightly undetermined physically mental life that allows us to manipulate the way we view our environment in interesting ways. If we keep pushing technology it seems to me that the only place for it to go is to make the mental environment into an all encompassing environment that engulfs the physical in a realm of automated experience. There will either be artificial physical enhancements or everything will be simulated… making it so that some of the qualities of the misunderstood organic human being existence will drift off into the records of the past. I like this misunderstood organic structure that my “I” perspective seems to be resting upon and within… I do not want to grasp everything and float within a well defined matrix of entertainment modules. I want a raw and slightly uncoordinated seeking experience. I do not like the fact that we follow “promising” trends blindly. Fuck that.