that’s because, like me, you are an evolved creature, peter kropotkin. unconditional love of one’s family annuls that power to discriminate for character and attaches one to empty, idealistic notions of the importance of bloodline… that propagater of one of the greatest spooks - culture.
whenever that stupid adage ‘honor thy family’ rears its idiotic head, one is asked to respect one’s relatives despite all their foibles… because, what… they have the same DNA? a few inert chemical molecules? please.
honor and respect and reverence transcends that simplistic nonsense and is gained through an analysis of character regardless of one’s origins. and this involves only the immediate individual, because there is no ‘man’, no ‘nation’, and certainly no ‘state’. these are only imaginary causes elevated above and beyond the individual who through his desire to find something higher than himself to exalt, commits himself to an empty idea and loses himself as a result. one wants to think of themselves as having a history… that there is something profound and scared that has been preserved, and that he is a part of it, a product of it, and has a duty to carry it further. and yet the only thing holding this person together, the only thing that actually endures, is his continuity of memory. he is nothing but a humean bundle of impressions and ideas that for a small eternity didn’t exist… and who will shortly return to that state. everything he currently ‘belongs to’ is already history, already gone or going… and all that is true in the universe are a few useless tautologies. the rest is confused, inadequate and muddled ideas (see spinoza)… and a derridean language game in the company of others for the meanwhile until you perish. this is the art of avoiding what a hopeless putz you truly are… but some gotta play it lest the end up like a french existentialst cafe goer… or a biggs… or both.
now i’m not saying one cannot live a full life as an involuntary egoist, because knowing and accepting the truth isn’t required to live. in fact, a certain number of lies is almost necessary to live. alls i’m saying is that if there wuz an omniscient being out there somewhere who tallied up the score after the human species went extinct, he’d be like ‘these guys over here got it… and these others over there did not.’ but that’s the beauty of it; it can’t matter to an idiot that he was an idiot after he’s gone. everything becomes perfect in the end, peter kropotkin.
wait wtf does this have to do with what i was saying five minutes ago. see you got me on a tangent dude. yeah so i don’t think being unable to feel love for one relatives is necessarily a bad thing. in many ways - i can say for myself - my disgust with my parents actually increased my expectations for greatness in men/women. check this out (you’ll love the irony); i actually became an ultra-authoritarian once i discovered (in my 20s) that my father’s excessive authority was a joke. see it was supposed to go the other way; the over-authoritarian father causes in the child a disobedience and rebellion against authority. but what i got with the old man was an overcharged meathead who thought he knew his shit, but didn’t, and i realized i could do it better. i shoulda been his dad, bro.
with the old lady, i saw everything that was contemptible in women. she wuz a real head-turner in her youth who developed a skill for manipulation in proportion to her undeserved vainity. a petite-bourgeois par excellence and dumb as a rock. now see here i wuz supposed to develop a misogynistic hatred of women, right? right. instead, i became a proto-type feminist; i had a vision of a world of real women who were nothing like the abomination that capitalist/consumerist culture had created in my mother. i began having dreams of bikini clad rosie the riveters. dignified working women who could plow a field for eight hours and then give you a thirty minute blow job. but this vision was just that, a vision, and the world was not ready for it yet.
hey and have you noticed that your indifference toward your family has made you a somewhat more humanitarian cosmopolitan? that’s because you’re less inclined to express immediate prejudice against anyone who ‘isn’t like your kind’. the whole ‘family’ thing is an institution to pass on inheritance and share the task of raising the young, anyway. it ain’t got shit to do with genes and/or culture. read your boy engels. he’ll get you right.