An Explanation for all the Hate

DAV


Identity Crisis

We've all gone through an identity crisis. Usually, it occurrs sometime during our middle school years when we begin to recognize our individuality as humans with specific interests that stray from desire to only obey the commands and submit to the wills of our parents and teachers.

This wouldn't be a cirsis except for the fact that we don't know who or what we are because our knowledge of the world is so limited that we haven't been able to come to close to identifying ourselves as we relate to the world. Thus, our rebellion usually doesn't take any solid purposeful shape until many years later, and we are left as unfocused, unconforming, unhappy young adults with no direction, no appreciation, and no sense of self.

Of course, those worldly symbols of self identification are just that: worldly, and thair lack of connectedness with our minds and hearts can leave us disconnected later in life as well. How many people have thought themselves rocket scientists because of their love of the stars and sci-fi and appreciation for the periodic table only to find that their trite fantastical imaginations could never take them through university and laboratories and grueling work with sociopathic experimenters into the realms of brilliance and overwhelming work in the mysterious areas where math and matter blend.

The truth is that we identify ourselves with temporal aspects of this world that are prone to wear out and disappear, leaving us worried that all our hard work in the area of "self-identification" has gone completely to waste. The truth is that there is no solvent to our self identification through hobbies, career, talent, education or any other such trite garbage that contributes to our ability to cohabitate with OTHER human beings. Making other people happy has little or nothing to do with making yourself happy. If that were the case, then everybody would have a much harder time screwing people over and otherwise acting like jacknapes, which is the common ethic I see around here.

Do you want to know what you are?

YOU ARE SELFISH!

SEL-FISH!
FISH! FISH! FISH!
SELF-Ish!
Call me Selfishmael!
Selfy!
Selfous!

NOT Otherly or Human-interestish.

What humans need to realize is that they are not the center of the milky way galaxy, but they absolutely are 100% the center of their own lives.

Anyway, there's a lot of implications of this, but I'm tired of typing, a little, and I'm quite irritated by all the interruptions I've had in getting all this garbage on paper, so I'll have a part two to this later.