Wednesday, August 16, 2017

TRUST IS A PERSONALITY DISORDER


by Mr. Mean-Spirited




Trusting other people is a true sign of mental illness.  Confidence in other human beings is a character flaw.  Dependence on society is a psychological disability.   Reliance on the social order is the mark of a diseased personality.

Being uneasy and uncomfortable around other people is the right response of a healthy mind.  Suspicion of strangers is the proper reaction of a fit and functioning psyche.   Confiding in others is simply too much of a risk at this time in human history.

Constant wariness is a natural function of complete sanity.  The closest thing to actual enlightenment is remaining on edge when you are around other human beings.  The nearest thing to spiritual illumination is keeping yourself eternally vigilant around your neighbors.

Misgivings are an indication that your senses are working correctly.  Suspicion is a product of an accurate understanding of human nature.  A man does not trust a fellow human being because he knows exactly what lurks within the human soul.

Do-gooders have defined “paranoia” as unhealthy merely because they are numerically more conformists on this planet than loners.  If there were some alternative society where individualists predominated, then trust itself would be described as a personality disorder.  Paranoia is considered harmful merely because most people in creation are gullible vermin.

But in our world of menace and mistreatment, distrust is a very desirable mental trait. Paranoia should never be overcome, but enhanced. Suspicion is always justified. Wariness is always warranted. Caginess is something to be cultivated. An attitude of skepticism is what you should be seeking.

A man who is not apprehensive of others will never know what is going on around him.

The easiest way for busy-bodies to get away with their behavior is to persuade you that there is something wrong with looking over your shoulder.   The best way for the secret police to keep you under surveillance is to convince you that only someone mentally ill would think that he is being followed.  When a wife desires to continue her affair, she will always say that you must be sick to suspect her.

Nothing will give you more confidence in dealing with social interaction than the absolute certainty that other people will deceive you.  Paradoxically enough, the knowledge that other people are out to get you is a source of comfort.   The inevitable betrayal of someone close to you will feel like vindication.

Saturday, July 22, 2017

HOW TO BECOME MORE ANTI-SOCIAL


by Mr. Mean-Spirited




The mass media would like you to think that an outgoing personality is normal; celebrity psychotherapists would like you to believe that there is something seriously wrong with you if you aren’t naturally gregarious.  However, promoting extroversion is more a strategy for concentrating population into urban conglomerations, rather than anything to do with innate human psychology.   In contrast, an anti-social disposition is always more authentic; an asocial bastard is always more genuine.

The liberal elitists want everyone to be extroverted – simply because a friendly person is easier to control.   A sociable citizen is more easily socialized.  Pleasant personalities are for peasants.   Reserved personas are just a bit too rebellious.

If you want to defend your independence, then you need to become a bit more reticent.   It is high time that you tried to make your temperament a bit more introverted.  There are a number of steps that will make you more unsociable.  Here are a few tips to make you much more timid.

Never greet anyone.  There is scarcely a stranger in the world that is worth the effort of saying “hello.”   Never smile to strangers, but maintain a grimace of polite disdain.  If you can successfully ignore other people, then you have gained a victory over them.  Other human beings are like potholes in the road of life – nuisances that you must swerve around if you want to reach your destination.

No matter what somebody might ask of you, the first word out of your mouth should always be “NO.”  Trust me, no one is ever going to offer you anything of value; if someone ever asks a question of you, they are only trying to get something from you.   It doesn’t matter what someone might want; you had better make that flat-out refusal obvious from the start.

If you ever have to say something to another person, make certain that the statement is negative no matter what.  In a culture where the authorities want you to be always positive, you can repel annoying interlopers by asserting something intensely disagreeable.   If your comment is discouraging enough, the busy-bodies might just leave you alone.

If you can’t think of anything unkind to say, then shut the fuck up.  There is a reason why do-gooders exchange pleasantries – to affirm their ties to the community. If you want to cut your shackles to the community, the first thing that you must do is cuss-out the communitarians.

Never reveal anything personal about yourself.  The more that strangers know about you, the more leverage they have against you.  If you are in one of those odd situations in which you must say something about your past, make-up some vague generality that could apply to anyone.   If you let something slip about your past, it will only be used against you.   Keep your private life private.

I wish that existence didn’t have to be this way.  But we live in a society where the government obliges you to have a social-security number and obligates you to pay an income tax – just so that some neighbor can live off your resources. The only way to remain an individualist is to fight back – on the everyday level.   If you are born into a country where you are forced to contribute toward the welfare of other citizens, then the only way to maintain your dignity is to make those same citizens feel wretched.  The reason why so many Westerners think that other taxpayers ought to contribute toward their healthcare is because other people have been too nice to them far to long.

It is about time to fight-back by being unfriendly.  It is not global wars that eliminate cultures, but only through resisting the small social interactions in daily life can this tyrannical altruism ultimately be eradicated.  One well-timed insult can weaken the community more than some random explosion in a shopping mall.  Making other residents feel uncomfortable in the public sphere will do more to weaken bureaucratic oppression than any armed campaign.

If I have made someone feel bad, then I feel that I have accomplished something for the day.  If I have hurt someone’s feelings, then I have done something of consequence.  If I have destroyed someone’s faith, then I have truly achieved something.  If I have made another person miserable, then I have done my civic duty, thank you.

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

TEXT MESSAGES FROM AN ICE QUEEN: THE CASE OF MICHELLE CARTER


by Mr. Mean-Spirited

 

Let me tell you a story. Back in June 2014, Conrad Roy III became infatuated with Michelle Carter, a youthful Ice Queen.   She soon became increasingly disenchanted with the romance – and decided to end the affair “with extreme prejudice.”  The most definite way to terminate a relationship is, well … with the death of one of the participants.

Michelle Carter presented an argument for suicide via a succession of comments that she thumb-typed into a cellphone.  After receiving the series of text messages from the lovely Michelle, Conrad killed himself by carbon-monoxide poisoning in a K-Mart parking lot.  A failing discount store was quite the appropriate location for a tawdry demise.  The state of Massachusetts then charged Michelle with involuntary manslaughter, and the dishwater blonde was actually convicted June 2017.

The tale is really about a bitch who sent some ruthless text messages to an ex-boyfriend.  The girlfriend wasn’t even anywhere near the lovesick Roy III when he chose to inhale automotive exhaust – all she ever did was to send him written words through the electronic aether.  That’s it.  She didn’t turn the key in the ignition; she didn’t lock him in the vehicle.  She just typed phrases onto a screen.  Doesn’t matter if her remarks were harsh – doesn’t matter if those comments were a bit hurtful – doesn’t matter if those posts were utterly heartless.  All she actually did was to press letters on a keyboard.

Now, if Mr. Roy began to feel that the text messages were undeserved and unwarranted, he could have done something easy: merely turned off the phone and ignored her unsolicited advice. He could simply have shut off the cellphone. I know, I know, who would have thought of that?

The trouble is that Americans have this schmaltzy, syrupy, slushy view of life – and society has become so wimpy and wussy that most citizens think that we ought to be encouraging human beings to keep alive no matter what.  Even residents of Massachusetts need to stop thinking like pussies.

Not everyone deserves to remain alive.  The world is over-populated, and we do not need to ensure that everyone lingers in existence for … well, “reasons.”

Now, I am sure that plenty of people might say that a depressed Conrad should have sought professional help.  However, if it were wrong for Melissa to tell Conrad what to do with his existence, it would be equally wrong for some psychotherapist to interfere.  If it were wrong for the girlfriend to tell him to end his life, then it would be just as wrong for a psychologist to tell him to continue living.   Logic demands that you use the exact same reasoning in both cases.

Conrad Roy III, the boyfriend, made-up his mind to kill himself not because he was manipulated into taking that final exit – but because he was shown just how useless he truly was.  Sometimes a person reads a sentence that causes him to realize his whole life has been a sham.  He made the decision to die, and it was a good determination.  He picked death, and it was a good pluck.  If someone can be “talked into suicide” via cellphone message – then maybe that person is so weak and worthless that they really don’t need to be loiter on this planet in the first place.