Friday, December 5, 2014


by Mr. Mean-Spirited

I don’t give a shit about you.

If I should see you on the corner with your hand stretched out, I wouldn’t give you a frigging dime. No stranger ever gave me a cent, so I’ll be damned if I ever give anyone anything. No one ever helped me, so I sure as hell won’t be helping you.

If I should see you starving on the street, I wouldn’t give you squat. I don’t care how hungry you get; your stomach is your own concern. I couldn’t care less if you happened to collapse right there in front of me. Die in agony, and see if I care.

If I should see you drowning in the lake, I wouldn’t extend a hand. I’m not about to get my clothes dirty just because your head might be about to go under water. Just because your life is ending doesn’t mean that I should get my hands wet. If you stop breathing, that’s your goddamn problem.

If I should see you trapped in a car wreck, I might slow down for a closer look at all the mangled limbs, but I’m not going to stop your bleeding. Your afflictions or your own affair. Do your writhing on your own time; your agony doesn’t involve me.  

Your suffering is none of my business. Human freedom isn’t all about good things – liberty requires that a tormented person be left to his own devices. If you want to be free, you can’t afford to give a shit if some stranger might happens to drop dead.

I care about you exactly as much as you care about me – and that is not one fucking bit. I care nothing about you just the same way that you care nothing about me. That is true equality – mutual hatred.


  1. ....if you fell on your face, life right damn on your face, in a grocery store parking lot and blood spurted all over the place... I would stop and help you not die.... Why....?! I'm unsure.... Maybe, I am defective....?! But,

    1. You don’t help others for reasons of liability: you obviously don’t want to get sued. You don’t help others because of the possibility of contagion: you certainly don’t want to get whatever they’ve got. You don’t help others because it could be a ruse on their part: one person pretending an affliction in order to distract you while the others sneak around the back.

    2. ....I'd still, drag myself over to your bleeding con·fla·gra·tion ー and drag you (sue me, infect me.... life is an infection, ?!) towards your purchase of soda and potato chips....

    3. Mr. 〜〜

      (holy wow, forgot I already replied, must have bean drinking (like now)).... I'd just say, wot I came here again for, after thinking again, again ー

      Schopenhauer (lord again....?!) says ーー "In fact, the conviction that the world and man is something that had better not have been, is of a kind to fill us with indulgence towards one another. Nay, from this point of view, we might well consider the proper form of address to be, not Monsieur, Sir, mein Herr, but my fellow-sufferer,"

      Unsure I am able to disagree.... (?!....)

  2. Mmmm.... Soda and potato chips, all on death's doorstep.... Mmmm