Existential Crisis

Existential Crisis

This will not be gentle as I do not owe you a goddamned thing. I do not believe in a god that would wish us to kill each other. I do not believe any god who would create universal law and then bend or break that law for us. I do not believe we are here to hate or subjugate others for the color of their skin or the nature of their beliefs. I cannot believe in your gods because of the obvious lapses in common fucking sense.

The doctrine is clearly bullshit! Heaven is the same as the reality of rich people with golden mansions? Paradise is filled with subjugated virgins? We are just born to die with no purpose for being at all but to die? Did you really think this through before you made this shit up? You now judge others, indoctrinate your children and justify murder based upon this loosely aggregated fantasy you must glue together with faith in denial of simple common sense?

Maybe this is the way it is supposed to be. Maybe this world is one gigantic toilet bowl where dumb mutherfuckers incapable of grasping reality are discarded. And drugs, alcohol and suicide are the salvation from the sanctified idiots with all the answers. Maybe when I do drugs, drink alcohol or commit suicide I am not going to hell... Maybe I'm leaving it?! Either way... One thing is certain. You stupid elected motherfuckers have no goddamned clue. The dumb-asses who elected you are as FUCKED as you are.

Fuck Israel and its struggle to to overtake a god-given sliver of dirt in the middle of no where. And ask what happened to all the Native Americans that used to live here? You don't see dead people under your feet or the absence of an entire civilization that once existed here. Fuck religion and ask why slavery is such a noble life when the rich obviously do not share your convictions? Fuck your puppet presidents who inherit a legacy so fucked up no one wants the office. Fuck all of you dumb shits for paying the taxes that drop bombs and still thinking your bitching is making a difference.

I am aware that only nausea separates the wealthy from the impoverished. I see how easily I could be wealthy yet I cannot stomach the thought of feeding off the suffering of others and gorging myself while others sacrifice so that I may be obese and opulent. I cannot cut out the aware parts of myself to pretend to be as fucking shallow and placid as you. I cannot make ornate pieces of green paper my sole reason for living when I am aware of so much more.

No, I'm not politically correct. This is what an existential crisis looks like. I see it as a coming to term and a meeting with reality as it is rather than I wish it to be. The solution is pretty simple from my perspective from the outside looking in. Kill each other all at once. Or give up your ignorant bullshit reasons to kill and die and accept you are all stuck on this fucking rock for 80 to 100 years and may as well make the best of it.

I understand this world is where the doe-eyed dead come to stay dead an pretend to be alive, but I wonder why the fuck I am here? This is what an existential crisis looks like from the inside out. But perhaps you'd prefer a psychological definition. "A stage or turning point where the person is faced with finding meaning and purpose in life. A psychological or moral crisis causing a person to ask questions about human existence."