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.