The more I read about natural selection et al is the more I hate nature and resent these roots.
I know that we can ‘be the change we wish to see in the world’ however it seems so hard and futile when these natural inclinations drive me night and day towards being a savage beast.
My main problem is that of sexual desire. My body tells me to go for the women with the highest replication value. If I don’t follow my urges and instead ‘settle’ then I feel depressed and like I am selling myself short and so would prefer to be alone.
Whenever I see an attractive girl on the street I feel depressed as I want to have sex with all of them and know I can’t, this depresses me.
Likewise the most attractive girls are so hard to get. The only things that attract them are fame and dominance- or just a mass of power in general. This causes and ultimate conflict within me as I hate to ‘fuck over my fellow man’ but it seems to be the only option, trampling on others in order to ‘prove oneself’ so the female will be impressed.
I also really resent that women, attractive ones at least, unattractive ones are lain to the wastes just as men are, have had such a lucky jackpot prize; they won in the gene pool. I am aware that ‘the burden of childbirth’ is more for women so they get to be picky but this doesn’t even out the odds; women have contraceptives and so they can enjoy the life of luxury upon their thrones while men claw for their attention. I suppose a small consolation is that beauty fades extremely quickly for women and so they too are lain to waste at around age 28 as the men seek fresher prey.
These things make me resent life and want to become a heroin addict or something.
Now you may say ‘don’t be so superficial! get a hobby’ or whatever but I find the urge to reproduce or at least the urge to have sex is so strong that it constantly engulfs my thoughts. If I am not actively trying to get a sex partner I feel like I am wasting my time as all life consists of a corrollary is survival and replication right? If I am not trying to get laid it just seems like I am diluting my effects and might as well go straight to the source and try and get laid as much as possible.
I tend to take Schopenhauer’s view that art is the only solace from the Wille and we are just slaves to it but art gives us slight respite from this constant struggle.
I still cannot fathom a way to reconcile these diametrically conflicting urges.
The desire for sex forces me to go where the highest consistency of attractive women are. At these places however is where they have most power and flaunt it by treating men like dirt and laughing at it reselling in their tyranny. It is also a squalor of superficial behaviour as sexual selection plays out par excellence.
I despise such places, my intellectual brain screams out in repulsion, and yet my ‘second brain’ blindly follows the scent.
Suicide often seems like a viable alternative to this constant grind (not that I would ever do it, but it seems like a very rational choice); that or the above mentioned heroin as succour.
Now of course it just looks like I am ‘sexually frustrated’ and ‘venting’ which is true to a degree but this brings me no nearer a solution. I am in no short supply of ‘average’ sex but like I say I just feel depressed that I am not getting the prime replication value stock.
I am aware this sounds awefully superficial and I agree but as I said I am only genuinely expressing my natural urges and don’t see any other viable alternatives without feeling like I am crippling my experience of life.