On desperation:

How awful must our society be when to be abstract employs an understanding of how much we deserve, and being realistic means knowing you're just another student/worker/parent/person perpetuating a society you probably don't have much of an effect on?

And how awful must we be as people when we cast of those desperate for love as if they're fools or in too large a hurry to live/die? Makes me wonder if we even want love. I mean, does a parent desperate to work get a job and then quit for minuscule reasons? No, so if you wanted love, why would you push away someone desperate to either acquire it or build it with you? All this is merely said in defense of my own actions of the past. I've recently pretty much kept the fact that I'd only want to tell a woman how much I miss her after seeing her once to myself, and I partially regret doing that, even if saying it would mean I'm desperate.

We take each other as such casual necessities. We fuck until we're no longer bored and lonely, or date like we're competing in a tournament. Bullshit.

All these dreams we manifest that only nullify the brilliance of what we have man. Fucking awful. We're truly the undoers of our happiness. We'll swear up and down with a scientific journal documenting our instincts, as if it were our bible, like we're living in wilderness. I don't think early humans had to work on a job for hours at a time, get paid, go to the grocery store or a restaurant, fix the food or wait while someone else to fixes the food, and then eat. They were sloths unless hunting prey or frolicking. Now we act like we're still in those same conditions and judge each other so harshly. A homeless man or woman is probably more of a human than any of us living in a house. I wouldn't blame them if they all turned into cannibals, a socialized human is rather easy prey. And yet with all that we have to worry about in our lives, we can't even see that struggle and misery, though carefully hidden, are the only characteristics the majority of us have in common.