Never what anyone wanted now what future do I have?

Eliminating the genes of those less desirable, eugenics, is one of the goals of feminism. That way, women won’t have to fight over the same few amazing guys, or share them… and those non-amazing guys, like myself, won’t have to exist to suffer a life of rejection, disregard, dismissal and solitude.

I don’t endorse imposing breeding laws or reproduction restrictions… but i can’t argue that selective breeding is wrong. If people want to fix the problem of too many undesirables being born to not much more than a life of suffering, then only the desirables, the “ones,” should ever breed. That way, the future population will have a much higher ratio of desirable qualities, and more people can be happy, without having to settle for the least-bad mate they can find, or even none at all.

So… as far as having laws enforced and imposed upon us… No. But you can’t stop people from wanting what they want, and doing whatever is required to get it. So as far as “for the betterment of the species and the overall state of the world” goes… i suppose it’s right that things go the way they do.

That’s one reason women love confidence: if you’re not good enough, and you know you’re not good enough, it’s hard to act like you truly believe you are good enough. It’s a good “heuristic” that helps women find men who are “good enough.” Sure, it angers and upsets me to know how this works and that i’ll never be good enough, and that i know i can’t be good enough, making it impossible for me to pass that heuristic… but it’s not necessarily wrong of them to judge us according to what we actually are.

IMO, my life is already over, and never really began. I wasn’t cut-out-for this world. My genetic material did not produce the traits this world’s inhabitants value. I’m just still here because there’s still some stuff i want to do, that’s still available. When my time comes, i’ll relax and let it happen. I feel like i ‘get it.’ I figured it out. I understand why my life went the way it did, and just how little i could have done about it. I wouldn’t mind not existing anymore. It’s just the last moments of physical pain from physiological failure, that scares me. I think i would like to “cheat,” and be completely numb or anesthetized in my final moments. Living through the pains of life, didn’t gain me anything worth the pain of death. So i should try to find a way to bypass or minimize that part, as much as possible.

A novel novel, for my own amusement, i suppose.

@SB:

That’s because it’s not false. You’re just not old enough to understand, i think.

And it’s not just feminism; they’re certainly not the only group advancing such agendas.

My statement was/is not an attack on women or women’s rights, but on the conspiracy that misrepresents and perpetuates itself under that name. I dare you to argue that any significant percentage of the female populous actually wants the ratio of “good men” to “inadequate men” to stay as it is, rather than improving. Sure, you could argue that lesbians might not care whether there are more or less good men… and i might counter with “if there were more good men, there would probably be less lesbians,” but that’s neither here nor there.

For the good of the species, in the long run, eugenics is actually a good *idea… but it cannot be implemented comfortably, and so since it is being implemented and practiced anyway, lots of individuals, who happen to have been unlucky enough to be born with unfavorable genetics, will indeed suffer quite a lot.

But, just like the suicide argument, that one last push, that one last burst of agony, is ultimately worth the end result.

The species needs pruning and cleansing… but lots of otherwise good people will suffer greatly and be lost, through the process. It’s unfortunate, but there really can’t be any other way, because 1) natural selection does it naturally; 2) subverting natural selection via other means, has caused the proliferation of lots of otherwise undesirable genetic traits. This is just part of the perils of development. People evolved to be smart enough to overcome their own genetic limitations, and started making cool shit… next thing you know, the world is filled with genetically inferior or wildly unbalanced types (ie: too much mind/brain, not enough body/brawn… like me), who are not “viable” due to being unattractive or too greatly disadvantaged.

I was only born because my parents believed the bullshit their parents raised them to believe. I figured out they were all wrong. Should i explain everything to them, after the majority of their lives were lived in false belief? Or should i “honor them” by not allowing them to know the full extent of their own mistakes, and let them die thinking the world is a wonderful place, and that i was just “mentally ill” to the point where i couldn’t see it?

The truth is that the lies are what’s wrong with the world.

I’ve spent my whole life troubleshooting. I realized that, today.

If there is a god, then my best guess is that i was put here for the purpose of troubleshooting the human condition. Or maybe this is another Job(e)-like scenario, and i’m here as a wager… shit, maybe i’m Job, reincarnated. Maybe my “soul” exists purely to show just how much prolonged, sustained, emotional and psychological trauma a human being is capable of withstanding.

Or, i’m just another luckless bastard who got fucked over by this stupid world made of stupid people who believe the BS they’re fed, and waste their entire lives, ruining other people’s lives, create offspring made to only suffer, chasing lies and dreams, trying to become things they’ll never even have a chance to be.

i’ve seen a better way. I wanted to share it with everyone who would listen.

Very few listened, and even fewer understood.

It’s too hard to cut through the layers of caked-up BS-resin, affixed to the synapses of the indoctrinated. Most people have been memetically inoculated against the truth… by a thought-virus meant to obscure their perception, impede their ability to think, and obfuscate the act of… troubleshooting.

You can’t fix a problem you don’t know exists. “Knowing” is not even close to “half the battle.” Most of the battle is learning how to overcome the language, translation, interpretation, indoctrination barriers, before anyone will even begin to understand what you’re actually trying to tell them. Most people never even perceive the problem. They haven’t opened the door. They haven’t seen the door. They don’t even know it exists. They’ve only heard that a few people seem to think there’s a problem, and that there is, allegedly, a door that leads to perceiving it.

Anyway…

I can’t help anyone, because too many people don’t even want to know the problems exist. Those few who do want to know, are probably quite capable of digging their own graves, as i have. That’s just another aspect of “the problem.”

I’m sorry for the torment my fellow thinkers will inevitably face, found at almost every step of the path to understanding this world. I envy the blissfully ignorant.

All i could do was dig to find the problems, and then to understand what makes them what they are, and to make an effort to tell people “these are the problems, this is what they are, and why.” There isn’t enough left of me to do much else.

It’s weird… at least twice in the last 2-3 weeks, i’ve had frighteningly low lows. The last one was sometime this morning. I awoke after ~10 hours of much needed “catch up sleep,” only to find that i did not want to move… or breathe… and my heart beat was so faint that i thought “maybe if i just… let go… completely… i could just die… just like this, right here, right now, totally relaxed and peacefully…”

But then i got excited about how it felt like i could almost literally just decide not to breathe again, and that would be the end… and my heart rate started coming back up, and then i took a nice, long, slow, full, deep breath… and stayed as relaxed and still as possible, until i felt the urge to move.

I thought i was going to have a decent day, until i wore myself out failing to start the mower, and then yelled at the dogs because they wouldn’t shut up due to some jerk revving their motorbike excessively. Now my arm and neck hurt and i have no energy, and i feel guilty for yelling at the dogs. What a wonderful life.