I have given up on humanity

I have to admit, although I definitely do have some empathy and concern towards other innocent people such as my family, when you go and expect me to live most or my entire life severely crippled in a depressed state, that is when you have gone too far. It would be no different than expecting a person lit on fire screaming for most or their entire lives to still live their lives, live for others, and help others and for you to have scorn and frown upon this person for no longer wanting to live such a life. It is a completely daft expectation. For that very reason, it is daftly insulting, dismissive, and nonunderstanding/noncompassionate towards this person’s suffering.

For that reason, I have given up on humanity. I have given up on being what they call “human,” “nonselfish,” and “non self-absorbed.” As a matter of fact, I deem those other people just mentioned to be “nonhuman,” “noncompassionate,” “insulting,” and “dismissive.” You expect way too much out of me. Something that cannot possibly be achieved by any normal human being. I don’t think anyone would ever manage to be content and accepting of living most or their entire lives severely depressed. If there are such people, then very few can accomplish this. I think they would be daft and would have a mental disorder in addition to their depression.

Since others are dismissive and insulting towards my suffering, then I would choose to return the favor. If I had the choice right now, I would sacrifice all of my humanity since I now know what being “human” is according to these other people. That being, a daft expectation that drives me to a psychotic rage since it is utterly dismissive and insulting. Therefore, I would choose to sacrifice all of my humanity to be a transcended demon in a good mood or be someone like Hitler in a good mood and slaughter all these people.

My good moods are a sacred divine transcending energy that are absolutely life depending for me. My own morality and humanity is nothing in comparison to it. So that is the reason why I would choose to sacrifice all of my humanity in order to cure my depression/anhedonia and be in a good mood.

You hit the nail on the head, but you needn’t feel so bad. Here is the argument in a nutshell:

Ever since the Kevorkian case past the watershed test, eliminating humans have been gradually
constructed, little by little into social acceptance. The markers always were a bit hazy, but social clarity have never been a forte to those making judgement
calls on issues like this. policy dictates over the
blackest of black letters any way, and gives impetus and rationale to any major (shift to minor here), .ahem, issue.

therefore given the intricate balance by which
psychosomatic symptoms can be ruled odiously
uncertain, the shift from physical debility to mental instability has vastly shortened that stretch. However, corresponding good news is out there ,
the billionaires club, space x and other ventures are
already signing up volunteers to escape the unavoidable pending environmental collapse and quote 'envision a multi planet species that will escape
earth’s suffocating pollution to live for starters on

Mars, after nuking the red planet to warm it up’ unquote.

This is no mere science fiction, so the race between
further tolerance, and the inescapable fact of ,
frankly ,running out of living space absent a few wars ,could thin out the situation. This is a forgone conclusion.

So it’s a teether(ing)tother, other race to space as it
was the race to moon, if it in fact did happen.

Now, I got out of my lair, just to make your
statement of de humanizing yourself more palatable,
and I don’t get out much these days, since along with Kafka suffering from rare form of photophobia, likewise, can’t stay out too long.

Never the less I think some of your worries could be
mitigated by an inverse proto religious action of
praying for the ‘beast within’. The beast within has to be placated, prayed to, for we really messed up it’s world, and we owe much , very much, for It,
because, otherwise only the cockroaches will see
The light of day. On that topic, perhaps, we should not step even on one of them , since according to a Holy Lams, we should blow the very soul

of our shoes to venture out, lest we crush one of these. All the meat we have ingested have caused a
defamation of incalculable harm.

therefore human all 2, we still have a chance to stop
it, before what was predicted ,will happen, everyone
may be krekorionized over 30, to avoid depressing even one, by shortening, not lengthening the horizon.

i understand completely…in the modern age they have a slogan they like to say…‘everyone deserves love…’ yeah, everyone except trixie…i never get any love…yet i am expected to contribute to the crowd, because ‘we are all in this together’…pshhh…yeah right…

this dna machine of mine is less and less a priority in my mind, and more so the total extinction of their species…still, we are men, and men must sacrifice themselves for better days…you are a man, and you must continue to fight the good fight, sacrifice yourself for better days…become a martyr, not a statistic…

Bloody hell, man! To blazes with what other people think. Don’t hate your brothers and sisters, but don’t worry about what they think of you. When you care what others think about you, you fall into a trap of trying to make people like you, while making yourself miserable, and it’s called Christianity (And since you’re not a Christian, how did you fall into this trap?) The only way to avoid it entirely is to deliberately try to make people dislike you.

What exactly do you want?

What do you expect people to do for you?

Not a product of the j. xt but of natural worldy instinct…

I don’t give a shit whether you are in a depressed state or not. Why would I care? In all likelihood neither does anyone else, beyond your immediate family and a handful of friends. I don’t know who it is you think cares about this, but you’re probably mistaken.

Basically I think you’ve invented a problem here that has never existed.

Meditate on good virtues. This helps keep your strength. Do it for yourself. Others will follow a good example when they know you’re not trying to please them.

That is the hurdle come primal boundary that is why Kierkegaard and Kafka and Nietzsche created illness as a metaphor . Susan a

Susan Sontag merely reaffirmed the notion. (sorry due to technical problems my messages are broken in part)

I think this thread is daft.

If a conclusion could be pre supposed from it’s premise, metaphorically considered, than I think there is hope not to give up.