I have recently gotten to thinking about what I feel toward the human race. I did a post the other day about what I believe about family, now I thought that I would talk about the human race on the whole. I wanted to talk about this now because honestly, I have been thinking about it a lot. Quite recently, I have been trying to put into perspective how I feel toward this species, and what I believe about the things that are connected to my relationship with my species. I know that this sounds really random, but I am going to try and make sense of it as we go along. I am kind of making this as I go.
I am very particular about the people that I let into my inner circle. Since I am very tall, I meet people all the time. And the fact is that most of the people that I meet are people that I could care less about. I have no intrinsic love of the human race. In fact, when I look around, I actually have a very profound hatred of most of the species.
But then there are people who are above all of that. People that I meet in my travels who really make me wish that this species wasn’t totally and completely fucked. I agree with George Carlin that we are. Humanity was doomed when we all decided to let a series of books dictate to us what our morals are, and when those with the green or whatever color pieces of paper control all of our destinies’.
You see, with my, friendship is sacrosanct. I have said that a lot recently, but it is a good word. It is above everything else. It is just so important to me. I care about each of the people that I have allowed to get really close to me. Since I do not hold family above friendship on any form of subjective merits, I can say with confidence that my friends, my true friends, are in the category of people who matter most to me. Once somebody has earned my trust and my friendship, it is almost impossible for them to be able to lose it.
And for each of these people, I would do most anything for them, if it is within my power. If they need a lift, I’m there. If they need to escape, I open my space for them to crash in, to get away from their problems. If they need help with schoolwork, or with life-stuff, I am there. All they have to do is ask. It’s done. Of course, if it is beyond my ken or beyond my ability, I will try and find another way, or somebody who can help them. That is who I am, naturally. Part of the thing that has been so hard for me lately has been the abuse of that trust, by the person who was once my best friend. The brother that I never had.
And another thing about these people is that I want this world to be a better place for them. I want the whole world to just work so that they can live a happy life. I would honestly throw my own happiness away if I could permanently make the lives of these people better. I would accept living a miserable life if I could make the lives of everybody who I have in my inner circle a better place.
Part of the ideal has grown from my newest and now best friend Emily. I haven’t known her for more than a couple years, but she quickly rose up the ranks for two reasons – 1. because she was kind to me, and made an effort to connect with me when nobody else seemed to care, and 2. I have seen how hard she tries, and how much she does. She is the most worthy person of my friendship that I have ever met. She gives happiness to everybody, to the point of not keeping any to herself sometimes. She is getting better about that, but it is still so admirable and so respectable that in the brief time that I have known her, she is among the people I care about most. She has earned this placement, in ways I can’t even begin to express my gratitude.
The thing about Emily is that her and her family live in the grip of hardcore poverty. It breaks my heart when I listen to how hard things are for her, and I realize that there is nothing that I can do to help. I can be there, I can listen, I can try and say kind things, but that all feels like something that is so trifling, because I don’t live that life. I can’t imagine how hard it is.
This kind of came back to me one night when I was talking with her. I was bitching about how awful the food here at the dorms is. I made a remark that one can only take this bad food for so long, and she replied that she was never that particular. In that moment, I felt very bad, because I realized that she sometimes had to be very sparse with her eating. She hasn’t ever had to starve, her family has had to go to the food pantry before. I can be here, at the college, bitching about how bad the food is here, when I am being fed.
You see, one of the reasons that I am so dedicated to keeping with politics, and trying to change things is that I want to be able to help people like her. I want to be able to change this world so that people like her can have a better life. I am a champion of universal healthcare for that very reason. I am a warrior for a cause for that reason. I want to make life better for her, and for all those like her who I don’t know. People who bust their ass, have to suffer, and then don’t get to have the life that they deserve for no reason.
And this ties into my relationship with my species because people like her, and all those who I have in my circle, they are the best of what I believe humanity has to offer. I want this world to be a better place for each and every single one of them! But then I turn around and I have to deal with all the stupid fucking bullshit that the rest of this society throws at me. I have to listen to them bitch and moan about how somebody wore the same dress to a party, or how they don’t have 
the car they want. I mean, I try and talk to these people, but you can’t communicate with them. You can’t talk about a single idea with these dim-witted mother fuckers!
These people are all people who deserve a better world, but the rest of the human race is content to just not care. They are content not to give a flying fuck about them and all those like them. The rest of the world is busy stuffing it’s face on food-court sludge and watching Fast Five while talking about how the latest football game was so cool, while these people are trying to make the world a better place, and they can’t have it.
So I guess my relationship with my species is this – I love, to death, certain people within my species. But the species, as a whole, I hate. I hate how selfish and greedy we all are. I hate how almost nobody is willing to sacrifice, almost nobody is willing to set aside their personal bullshit or step out of their fucking comfort zone because that would be asking too fucking much for them! No, it is much easier to just close our eyes and pretend it doesn’t exist.
I love those I am close to. I hate almost all of the rest.
Until next time, a quote,
“It’s a big fucking cluster-fuck of distraction and decay. And you think I like it?! You think I walk outside and look at this world and say ‘yeah!’ Well yeah, sometimes I do. Because it’s all I can do anymore. It’s all I can do to fucking deal with it. If I looked at it, and was honest with myself about it, then I don’t know how I could live here. I don’t know how I could exist in this world, if I took it seriously.” -TJ Kincaid, Atheist Answers: Fate Of The World
Peace out,
Maverick
