Do you ever think there is something big, out there, watching us, laughing at everything we do? Our pain, sadness, hate, our futile attwmpts to protect those we care about, our slavery to ourselves, all a comedic display for something who knows far better than we could ever hope to know? Does it roll around in laughter at our ignorance, our persistance in inflicting pain, our derision of differences?

And why wouldn't it? We put avaricious men in charge of us, letting them corrupt and satisfy their poisonous greed. We incessantly blame a society that we all actively participate in for almost all our problems. We hate others because we love to hate, and we hurt our loved ones because we don't know how not to. We enslave ourselves under the opinions oppressed by others, out of shame of individuality, and we scorn those who do not feel the same. We hurt ourselves because we cannot do anything else; despite the fact that we often knowingly have a choice, we always decide on penance.

Isn't it funny, though? How pathetic we all are? We create morals and then violate them at every turn, because without morals we cannot hate others as much as we want. We create religions and then abandon them so that we can hate those that choose to continue thinking a different way than others. We create a society to satisfy our masochistic desires, and we devise a solitary scale of intelligence to scorn others who cannot comply with it. All because we love to hate, we've created our own Hell.

But isn't it funny, how different we all are, but we hide these differences to avoid the scorn that we actively enforce? Isn't that hilarious, how we want for a singularity so badly we create it in the only way we know how, by hating? I think that whatever spectator there is is brimming with mirth because it really is funny. I know we all think differently but pretend not to for frivilous reasons. It's hysterical because we don't really know anyone but ourselves. But honestly, I know that if we discard this illusion of freedom of speech, in favour of a true emancipation of the tongue, and inquire to our friends and neighbours, "What do you think", we'd be surprised how different we all really are, and how good of a thing that is.

No, if anything was capable of watching our planet and our lives I would imagine that they would be studying us quite intently.

Babies first Nihilism.

This is like what Balzac called La Comédie humaine. Or if you want to get more prosaic, there was a strip that Dan Clowes did in Eightball where God is watching you through a telescope while you scratch your balls. (Dan Clowes that Shia Labeouf ripped off, and now he is sitting in some LA office building whilehttp://www.vice.com/read/jerry-oconnell-is-currently-doing-some-super-artsy-thing-in-los-angeles. Fitting punishment.)

This is basically existentialism, the awareness of the absurdity of life. Absurdity means that there is ultimately no reason for it. It's not like a book where an author decides what happens, it just pans out some way. Hey, it has to pan out some way, or it wouldn't pan out any way.

Best book for this is Nausea by Jean Paul Sartre. Also, if you carry this around in your back pocket it will help you get girls, just put the title facing out.

I like this post. It was probably the most fulfilling and enlightening thing I've read in the past decade.

I'm drinking, don't put too much stock in it, but go get a copy of Nausea. Really great story.

No, I never think that

I don't know man. Why brood over the negative aspects of society? And why not make an effort to improve the negatives instead of complaining about it?

We're not a hive mind, you know. I don't recall taking any part in those actions (at least, I'm pretty confident I didn't create any religions at some point), and I'm sure most people don't either, so this is an unjust accusation of selfishness and hate. Several people may have done those things for negative purposes, but you can't put that blame on the entirety of humanity.

I enjoy being unique from other people, and I talk to people who are different from me every day, people who share opinions that others might not like, so what are you talking about? We don't hide our differences, other than young children perhaps, but they grow out of that. Did you write this a few centuries ago, by any chance?

Also, I don't get what you find so funny.