“You know, sort of swing them, so your not lurching around like a caveman.”

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I was going to put a content warning above this post, but after a few moments consideration, I recognize it’s a ridiculous notion. At least I got a good chuckle out of it. I’m amused. It’s likely because it seems I don’t sleep anymore. Aside from feeling like I’m a week into recovering from an epic ass whooping, I don’t mind. It’s afforded me plenty of time to think.

Since I can’t figure out how to stop thinking, I decided to embrace it. Funnily enough, it occurred to me I’m just intelligent enough to recognize how stupid I am. I’m astonished by the depth of my stupidity. Fortunately, most things I do that allow me to exist are automatic biological processes; breathing, circulation, etc.

I’m most amused by how humans attempt to measure intelligence and use the tenuous conclusions to determine who has access to specific information, as well as justification for abusing those deemed incapable. I fell for it. I’m an idiot. I fall for all sorts of nonsensical bullshit. Eventually, I recognized the difference between genius and idiot is irrelevant.

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In my lifetime, the only relevant factors for homo sapiens are white skin and dominance capacity. Dominance capacity probably equates to having the biggest stick, although, if you can convince enough people you have the biggest stick, you don’t even need one. The universe is the best comedian ever. πŸ˜‚

I spent years believing I was superior to others because I was dumb enough to accept and embrace the genius narrative. I took pride in obtaining a doctoral degree without spending any of the imaginary currency I believed I could own; all because I performed well on some test that claimed to identify my intellect as exceptional in comparison to others who took the test. It’s hilarious and tragic at the same time. (It’s also excellent evidence I’m an idiot.)

I’m also amused by how humanity has developed a manual and several professions aimed at identifying those who are sane, and those who aren’t. Let’s take a look at how a random internet dictionary defines it, shall we?

Sane:

adjective, sanΒ·er, sanΒ·est.

  • free from mental derangement; having a sound, healthy mind: a sane person.
  • having or showing reason, sound judgment, or good sense: sane advice.
  • sound; healthy.

Yeah. I’ve yet to encounter anyone who meets these criteria. Not a single human being in my over forty years of observing. I’ve only witnessed sanity as mood-like; fleeting. Sometimes people are sane; sometimes not. Nobody I know of is always rational. There are degrees of sanity and valid illnesses that affect it, but that about covers it. It’s fleeting in everyone I’ve observed, including those who purport to treat and define it. (In my experience, especially.) πŸ˜‚πŸ€£

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Homo sapiens are good at separating people into groups. These groups are used to determine who gets access to resources, or more to the point, who gets to live. It’s a complicated and convoluted big stick wielding exercise. It’s poorly veiled domination. (I don’t get to judge it as poorly done, because I’m an idiot who fell for it.) I’m so dumb; I fell in love with homo sapiens because I haven’t been able to train a computer to do even a fraction of what most of us can do, after spending most of my life trying.

That’s right. I wasted most of my life teaching a computer to be an even dumber version of my dumb ass. Worse, I almost accepted a shit-load of imaginary currency because I managed to do it more effectively than others. It seemed a smart thing to do; to acquire access to far more resources in exchange for the product of my wasted effort that sucks more than I do.

My life would probably last a lot longer if I took the fake money. I’d have a massive stick. Unfortunately, I somehow figured out what my big stick would mean for other humans. I messed around and noticed the way humans live on earth means only a finite number get to survive; and at the cost of other lives. Stupid as I am, I’m sure lots of others figured this out too. It just seems most don’t care. Self-preservation trumps all else for most people, I suppose.

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We have a bunch of ancient texts that state otherwise, but from what I’ve seen, most use them as a manual on how to appear good to other people, not how to live. They’re quite fascinating to read, though. They profoundly contradict the sanity narrative, but somehow manage to be considered the accepted exception. They’re infinitely twistable to fit nearly any agenda. Useful, that. Humans are exceptional at creating imaginary sticks, eh? Sadly, they’re often supported by those who carry real ones, which is why they work. ☹️

I’m so stupid; I’d rather die than kill. I’m not even interested in owning a stick, real or imaginary. The US military couldn’t cure me of this affliction. It doesn’t matter how many people beat me with their sticks, and many have. I fully expect more blows in my future. I was born into several undesirable groups that pretty much guarantee a shortened journey by one of these blows, sooner than later. Perhaps I’m just smart enough to recognize it as a blessing.Β  I’m off to beat my drums with (non-dominating) sticks.Β  πŸ˜‚βœŒπŸ½

8 thoughts on ““You know, sort of swing them, so your not lurching around like a caveman.”

  • You’re right that religious texts can be manipulated and taken out of context to support any agenda. Ugh…humans and their greed. Hope you sleep soon. β™₯

  • I don’t believe I am superior, never did or any race is. I am not even sure why people are still fighting over who is superior, or who doesn’t get rights. especially now living in both the USA and Canada. The government and corporations are superior and not just whites have walked in the lines of politics. I barely prefer Obama over Trump because Obama was bought off by corporations the same as any other president is. Corporations had money in Obama pockets before he became president yet somehow Americans believed they were given a choice. People need to get over their ‘intelligence’ ‘differences’ and start fighting against the people in charge. White, black, Christian, Muslim it don’t matter the government doesn’t give anyone a pass. All they care if you are pumping money in their pockets, especially in the USA. The military is broken for the same reason why everything else is effed and corrupt. The citizens need the military on our side so we can fix the western world and kill all the corrupt filth that will eventually lead us to the destruction we probably deserve for being complacent and being fooled by givernment distractions. They want us fighting and hating each other so we don’t come together and revolt.

  • Love everything about this post. You’re absolutely right. Human ‘progress’ is built on the fallacy of ‘certainty’ of any number of things about which we are intrinsically uncertain… (of course, I’m not certain that’s actually true… but I’m going with it… πŸ˜‰ )

  • What I’ve always tried to do is carve out a little piece for myself and be “invisible”so no-one can get me! i agree the world is insane with people pretending the opposite, not many really knowing what they are doing – pretending. Pretending so well they forget they’re doing it! Sort of a safety in numbers thing, organising in human groups… such fun πŸ™‚

  • What a great post. I sometimes wonder how high intelligence started to be referred to as gifted. As if it’s a gift. I mean I guess it is a gift but every single intelligent person I’ve known has spent a good amount of time in deep turmoil. My late father and my son, both, sometimes absolutely lost in the depths of thoughts where nobody can reach. And god forbid if you don’t fit in the square box of society, that simply won’t do for those that don’t understand you. Having had to pull my son and home school him this is a touchy one for me. Having had his teachers repeatedly tell me he’s the smartest kid in the class but, but, but… so many buts. Too many. Sometimes I felt like saying, “But he’s smarter than you?” Cruel maybe but true. It’s a beautiful thing for those of with typical intelligence, a brilliant mind, but I don’t know if it’s a gift for the recipient. Sorry off on a tangent. And I’m finding humor in your close of I’m so stupid…you aren’t stupid, you are in fact the opposite.

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