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I think hating people is something you grow out of. I remember being a distinctly edgy teenlad who thought everyone was a bastard, reading about nihilism and LaVeyan satanism and all that and thinking I'd got the world sussed out.
There are cunts in the world, but I think the older you get, and the more profound psychedelic experiences you go through, the more you realise we are all just struggling through the same existential dilemma, and dealing with it in different ways. Some people are cunts, but I think underneath most cunts is some sort of deep unhappiness, bitterness, or resentment, and I feel sort of sorry for them. The further I get down my own path the more I feel genuine empathy toward others, and see elements of commonality between us, that I couldn't before. You see how older people were young like you once too, and went through a lot of the same things. You see how the anxieties of modern life weigh on all of us more than we let on.
I think what I dislike more than anything else in other people, is when somebody is basically spoilt, and brash about it. Some people are very lucky in life and don't realise how easy they've had it. They often come off as ungrateful and sheltered, but again, it's not really their fault. We are all just products of our environment, really.
I find myself in a strange philosophical and ethical quandary sometimes. I essentially agree with the lefty outlook on the word, which excuses people for their actions because it was society what done it. But it still has its bogeymen, and those people are not excused. The evil racists, the misogynists, the paedos and what have you. I find myself wandering down an ethical path that follows that to its logical conclusion and absolves anyone of responsibility, even the baddies. They are after all, simply products of a broken society, when looked at through that lens.
I think we should all try to empathise more. We should try to forgive more. It would be a better world.