Everywhere passive aggressiveness, hidden motives, obvious intentions blanketed by dozens upon dozens of lies.
Don't state your intentions because they can be used against you.
Don't make your emotions clear cause they can be used against you.
Don't say the truth cause the truth hurts and you don't want enemies.
Use machiavellianism to succeed and nihilism to accept.
In the end you either have to build an ego the size of cathedral, hide your real self, or develop cold calculation to adjust.
And if you do the major rare of being actually confident and constantly honest. You will surely trigger the inferiority complexes of everyone else, and gradually yet steadily find yourself either in the minority, or in the villain zone.
Needless to mention, the most sickening and evil people always attempt to adopt some sort of sainthood. Always master how to gain the higher moral ground, while they note like jew bankers their own righteousness and your own villainess.
Justice is a foreign concept, and objective morality equals stupidity, while innocence is a bleeding wound to throw salt on.
Welcome to the world of brutal and chaotic self interest, where man-made concepts devour other man-made concepts.
Yet despite my constant anger and contempt for this world. I still find it so unspeakably beautiful.
I'm not even remotely close to mastering the art of words, ever comma and every stoppage counts.
Your tone, your accent, your timing. They are all individual details the brain of others translates intuitively.
That's why I hate autists so much, the most beautiful parts and yet the most triggering of conversations go over their head.
They take information literally, and things at face value. While they also project their own simplistic nature on others.
Narcissists do it too, borderlines too, even sociopaths or psychopaths.
It's ugly. There's no art in it.
I want to meet a person who can grab all my ego and make me eat it, yet when I envision an admirable figure in my life the only image I get is either a dead historical figure or myself.
I'm so hypocritical yet so lovable.
I wonder why do I find you all so unattractive, as if what's that make me look down on you so much.