Feeling uneasy demonstrates that you have truly understood something about the nature of this world.Have you read some of Mr Mean-Spirited's posts? I don't want you to think I whole-heartedly embrace every word the man types. And yet, even a broken clock is correct at least twice a day.
More than that, I have to admit that I find some of his more thoughtful "essays" a relief to read. I really don't know what to make of him, and I would not want to get into an argument with him. Since I trust your judgment a great deal, especially since you had a similar reaction to Nietzsche's turning on Schopenhauer as I did, I am very curious to know what you think of the following. In a sense, I am asking for your guidance. You may be younger, but you have proven to be quite a thinker when it comes to the true nature of our existence and our fellow human beings.
So, what inspired me to explore Herr Mean's writings today?
Well, I drove my mom into my hometown today so we could eat our plates of corned-beef and cabbage for $4 each at a local tavern. No, we are not "Irish". The thing is, seeing my hometown had a depressing effect on me. The town is like the county seat for prosecutors, judges, lawyers, etc. The county jail is directly across the railroad tracks by my mother's old townhouse.
I was relieved to get back to my little room, to get back to the math and my negative thinking about life.
So, in this particularly misanthropic mood, I went browsing on Mr Mean-Spirited's blog. I don't remember ever being particularly drawn to his style, but today I think I was trying to face some of my more antisocial impulses, looking for validation.
I found a real gem called, "
SOLITUDE IS YOUR DESTINY":
The well-behaved, well-indoctrinated members of society are going to think you are damn weird for not enjoying their wonderful company and companionship. Should you be foolish [enough] to admit that you just want to be left alone, they are going to insist that you need psychological treatment.
Getting away from the herd is more than a means of self-understanding; staying away from the human hive is a matter of self-defense. Other people are out destroy you. The more you discover about the real nature of existence, the more that the rest of society is going to try to extinguish that awareness – even if that means exterminating loners like you.
Holden,
Do you know of any really negative authors?
I actually liked something else Herr Mean write in a different post:
The significance of life may not be “love” or “kindness” – or anything else that the mass media tells you. If the authorities tell you to focus on the “positive,” then the genuine meaning is going to be found in what the elite would rather that you not explore – the “negative.”
The meaning of life is going to be discovered in what the do-gooders tell to avoid. The meaning of life is going to be exactly that element of the human personality that everyone refuses to accept. The meaning of life is going to be discerned in precisely that part of the human psyche that no one wants to acknowledge. Meaning is always something that you are unable to face.
For some reason, I am consoled by the "negative".
A great deal of what Herr Mean writes makes me suspect he is abusive. Well, he's mean. Can we find a way to be negative with being abusive and, well, mean-spirited?
And yet, when he is on point, he hits the nail on the head, like "
COMPULSORY FUN".
The louder your laugh, the lower your IQ – it is as simple as that. Something about the desire to remain happy causes the analytic portion of the cerebellum to atrophy, causes the neurons to wither away, causes the brain cells to pass into that good night. Joy makes a human being to go stupid – and the authorities rather appreciate this limited mental capacity in the population. Dumb and happy voters keep a democracy running smoothly and sleekly. Mindless and mirth-filled ****s, like all of you reading these words, is exactly what the authorities want.
One more quote:
You cannot look at the contemporary United States and honestly believe that it is possible to fix this mess. There is no political candidate who will kiss your hurt and make it all better. It is too far gone for that. You are not going to be hired for some new job that will ever give you the financial prosperity that you were promised in school. There is no lady out there who will ever fall in love with you and fill that emptiness in your heart. You have no future. There is nothing left for you.
Even if you were somehow able to repair the social order, are there really any citizens that are truly worth saving? Even if you were able to salvage the system, is there anyone on this planet worth the sacrifice to yourself? Would you actually give your life to protect any of your countrymen? The nation let you down; your own family screwed you over; and all your lovers have betrayed you.
You owe your race only as much as it has done for you: nothing. You are supposed to protect the same people that have continually double-crossed you? I think not. If all that women have ever done is stab you in the back, then it would only put your own life at risk to extend a helping hand. Perhaps your only real duty is to yourself.
The “black pill” is a moment of reckoning. The black pill is an awareness that there is something wrong with the social order, a something that can never be fixed. The black pill is a metaphysical apprehension that there is basic flaw to existence itself. Because of this primordial defect to life, the black pill is an understanding that all you can ever trust is your own ego. The black pill is a discernment that the only thing that matters is your own self.
The black pill is often confused with nihilism – but the black pill is not some abstract philosophical notion that life is without meaning. Quite the reverse. The black pill is a matter of practical experience, a calculation based on actual damage that has already been done to you. The black pill reveals an entire past history of harm done to you. If all the misfortunes in life were a simple result of random accident, then sheer chance would occasional throw something your way that might actually benefit you. But you never seem to get anything that helps you. The black pill is taken when you swallow your pride and realize that nothing good will every happen to you.
If you cannot win, then the wisest thing is not to give-up – but to desert your post.
In the comments, someone inquired about literary influences:
This is one of the most amazing pieces of writing that you did on this blog.I loved it both from philosophical and literary perspective. May I ask, which authors do you think influenced your writing style?
His response:
As to books, I grew up reading Thomas Carlyle and Henry David Thoreau in my father’s library. In college years, I came to admire the writings of E.M. Cioran and Benjamin De Casseres and Albert Jay Nock. But perhaps the greatest influence is also the most obvious: Ragnar Redbeard in "Might is Right."
I only recognize Cioran. You?