Who taught us to be displeased with ourselves?
Where did we get the idea that we have to better ourselves?
This drive within ourselves to overcome what we perceive of as inadequacies is the internal equivalent of the external reality of rape and pillage that we call capitalism.
On a lot of dating websites there’s a category that asks you whether or not you are ambitious. Everyone says they are.
Ambition is the ethic par excellence in our society.
What is ambition if not a dis-satisfaction with where-ever and what-ever you are now. That is to say that the driving ideal of the world civilisation is self-loathing!
We hate ourselves and because we hate ourselves we do violence to ourselves and others.
We seek to locate the flaw either within or without.
I truly think that the only way to be sane, to be at peace, to love yourself is to shed society.
This doesn’t mean don’t do things or don’t work. It means a fuck you to all ideals, to self-perfection, and to self-betterment.
Of course there is an irony here because in order to inhabit this state one must shed their socializations and this is a long, difficult process. It is a constant state of repentance, of turning away, of seeing that self-loathing within oneself which has been your mainstay throughout your life and saying “Fuck you” then turning away from it internally.
By ignoring it after a while – like the spoilt brat it is – it will just go away. Every now and then it will rear its ugly head and because after a while of doing this you begin to see it for the destructive son of a bitch it is you won’t be tempted to engage it anymore.
But it’s clever. With me for years it kept its spiteful talons in my flesh through making me feel bad about myself in comparison with others. Now it’s changed its tune. I compare myself with others and I come out smelling of roses; they’re all so stupid.
But I know it and it’s wily ways and it can fuck the fuck off!