meh

I used to care.
But it’s funny how the world waits until you give up to offer help.
I use the word unfairly there. It is not the world’s fault. It is people.
People don’t want to help someone who needs help.
But it seems we have a sick sense to always know when someone is past help. That’s when we pounce.
It’s like we all want to fix what is broken, but we don’t want to risk breaking something.
And maybe that’s how it will happen with the world. When the world is poison to us and we can’t live here anymore, we’ll jump on board and try to fix it. And it will be, of course, too late.
But maybe that’s how it is meant to be. Maybe it’s just how we’re raised.
Maybe it’s my mum’s fault for teaching me values, making me considerate of people. Making me honourable.
Maybe we all get taught stuff that makes it worse.
But, I figure, in the end I’ll dissolve away and people who remember or care will dissolve away and it will all be forgotten, and we’ll poison our own atmosphere until it’s unliveable and the skin covered blight will be gone forever.
So, there’s that.
Kinda makes it seem like less of a big deal than I thought it was.
If we all act like jerks to each other, who’s really going to care in the end?
But it has to be such a big deal. We all have to have morals. What for? What did morals ever do for anyone?
Let’s look at morals from a purely animal perspective: morals = not doing something you want to do.
That sounds overly simple but let’s break it down in an example: I want to do said thing. Said thing will offend some other person I interact with on a regular basis. My moral code tells me not to do said thing. Said person never knows I wanted to do said thing. Nothing is made of the desire.
On the other hand; I want to do said thing. Said thing will offend some other person I interact with on a regular basis. I figure ‘meh’ and do it anyway. Said person is angry at me, and feels justified in insulting me and raising their voice.
And ok so I knew that it was an action which would offend that person, so what?
So f-ing what?
Since we all turn into the dirt we’re standing on, and the dirt doesn’t seem to care, I dunno, doesn’t seem like it matters on any level other than the one we make up.
So I suggest we try this new policy: stop caring.
It’s perfect! And it works on MANY LEVELS! And what’s more, Mark Twain agreed with me!
Try arguing with THOSE facts. BAM!