Over the last year I have had to bite my cheek multiple times per day either in person or in the blogosphere (that is a stupid word). I read or hear things from people I like or respect and just want to fucking strangle them or verbally berate them on the stupidity of their actions or words.
And with that I realized that I have gone from being difficult to being a full on asshole.
However, today it hit me, I am not an asshole or jerk (In this tiny regard). I am just a misanthrope. That is right, you could say I am suffering from the disease of misanthropy. I clearly have an overall generalized dislike, distrust, disgust, contempt or hatred of humans and their nature. Bingo.
I was not properly distinguishing the two and therefore it was leaving me confused. Similar to the Christian saying “hate the sin, love the sinner” I can now relax a bit and say to myself “they are not a fucking moron, they just act like one”. This makes me feel quite relieved as I do not hate people so much as I loathe their nature at times
Strange where comfort can come from but somehow this simple thought comforts me and it looks like I can delay my inevitable Ted Kaczynski metamorphosis for another few decades.