MyHateAlone

Really? That’s low, even for the American government… but I can understand.

The other day I was watching that show on trutv called Conspiracy Theories with Jesse Ventura, who as we all know used to be a governor and a trained fighter, and the episode I happened to be watching concerned the conspiracy of the 2012 apocalypse which I am extremely intrigued by. Jesse was talking to all of these people and trying to get his crew to find information when he discovers that the government could be building huge and extremely sophisticated underground bunkers and tunnels and what have you, so his crew finds one that appeared on google maps and looked strange so they went and they were surprisingly allowed some limited access. Jesse asked the men in the tunnel who was allowed to come in an apocalyptic event and he said “Some of my wealthy clients and the elite.” Then Jesse asked, “If civilians come to the doors and try to come through are you guys prepared to fire at them?” The next reply is what pissed me off but i can understand is that he said “We’ll do what it takes.” Really? You’re not even going to attempt to lie and say no? I just find it so comical that they don’t even hide shit anymore… and why hasn’t anyone just created a convoy and at least make more of an attempt to change things than a petty boycott or protest? I’m game.

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Why do I go outside anyway?

What is there to see if I go outside? Don’t tell me. I know. I can see other people. I don’t want to see other people. They look awful. The men look like slobs and the women look like men. The men have mush faces framed by long hair and the women have big noses, big jaws, big heads, and stick-like bodies. That depresses me. Its no fun to people-watch anymore because there’s so little variety in types. 

You say it’s good to get a change of scenery. What scenery? New buildings? New cars? New freeways? New shopping malls? Go to the woods or a park? I saw a tree once. The new ones look the same, which is fine. I even remember what the old ones look like. My memory isn’t that short. But it’s not worth going to see a squirrel grab a nut, or fish swimming around in a big tank if I must put up with the ugly contemporary human pollution that accompanies each excursion. The squirrel may enliven me and remind me of better vistas but the price in social interaction isn’t worth it. If, on my way to visit the squirrel, I encounter a single person who gains stimulation by seeing me, I feel like I have given more than I’ve received and I get sore.

If every time I go somewhere to see a fish swimming, I become someone else’s stimulation, I feel shortchanged. I’ll buy my own fish and watch it swim. Then, I can watch the fish, the fish can watch me, we can be friends, and nobody else interferes with the interaction, like trying to hear what the fish and I are talking about. I won’t have to get dressed a certain way to visit the fish. I needn’t dress the way my pride dictates, because who’s going to see me? I needn’t wear any pants. The fish doesn’t care. He doesn’t read the tabloids. But, if I go out to see a fish other than my own, I’m right back where I started: entertaining others, which is more depleting than visiting the new fish is entertaining.