why I know myself better than you

One thing I so truly hate is indoctrinated people, who are absolutely full of mediocre bullshit with their linear perceptions and sterile imaginations. They are likely to view everything through the eyeglass of some crappy pre-conceived ideal of how one must live their lives. I have often upon coming into contact with such ridiculous beings, been tempted to practice the exact opposite of what they preach to piss them of. It’s like playing a continuous tug-of-war. I have two theories about them, 1. They like to hear themselves talk (narcissists) or 2. Derive a sexual satisfaction/stimulus on being obeyed (psychopaths).

What I don’t get is: why would anyone who knows himself to a certain degree, i.e. enough to exist on their own, without external subsistence, require being told what to do by absolute retards who probably cannot distinguish between their real (non-existent) selves from the imitated shit that they are, and be of any help to constantly evolving beings?

I do not know.

My point is, why ask a limping guy, how to run? If he hasn’t done it, probably won’t know how to teach you either.

What is profoundly amazing is that, these species are universal, and it doesn’t matter whether its an Indian guy who’s being an asshole, or someone out here in America, or even an Arab dude whose head is so think that he can only hear a mule bleating (or whatever damn noise they make) in the desert. The fact that human beings retain this gene of irrational retardation, is in itself sufficient to raise the winds of caution lest we be victims of their company.

Their methods are old, out-dated, you know all the cards they got up their sleeve, you know the game, you know they don’t even know how to play it themselves, and one thing you definitely do not want to get into is – asking their assistance. To owe them would be – ekstremely – horrible. It would be like building your house with straw and leaves under a dark-cloud then hoping it will not rain and plummet the fragile roof on your head just when you need that shelter so bad.

My desktop has been fucked up with a Trojan lately, and despite the innumerable anti-virus scans and tests, the shit seems to be too deeply rooted to take out. I am going to have to format the damn computer, but getting back to the point, my current dilemma with technological hardware reminded me of a human analogy. Consider our species like a computer. We got them motherboards, the audio/visual system going on, some memory and a lot of disk-space. However if there are no previously-installed-initial-defenses against the random miscellaneous shit that’s out there in the real-world (which constitutes the sphere outside your immediate family and social circle) and if you do not have enough self-knowledge, if you do not know what it takes to fight for (or feed) your needs, then you’re just screwed. Like my computer.