<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-436340133414523315</id><updated>2011-09-25T04:04:05.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cynicism At Its Best</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicalthought.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/436340133414523315/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicalthought.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>That Sarcastic Guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02915152193105965073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-436340133414523315.post-286521744360963199</id><published>2011-09-25T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T04:04:05.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Psyche</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I like to think about reincarnation. Mostly because if that happened, it would be weird thinking of my successor as anything but what I'm like now. Would I be a drug dealer? Would be I be a homeless African? Would I be someone who thinks about unimportant shit all the time? Or is reincarnation more than that? Would I be reborn as a dog? Or maybe a lion? A spider? Or is it even more than that? Would I be born as someone from a different planet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say obviously. Especially since we don't know if reincarnation is actually plausible. At the end of the day though, it's hard to think of me being any different than I am now. I would hate to be someone who thought emotions like love were all important. People like to say that love is the greatest thing on the planet. I tend to disagree. I personally think it's humor. The world would be a boring place without humor. A world without love wouldn't be a big deal since love is just an extension of liking someone. You could obviously still like people in a world without love. Without humor, there is no replacement. If I woke up one day and I couldn't find anything funny, it would be a sad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can tell, my psyche is a bit different than most. That's because I'm not afraid to think of all the possibilities. Positive and negative. People are afraid of anything beyond them or anything that's bigger than them. As human beings, we're selfish. That's why people still can't say for sure about other intelligent life forms in the universe when we know for a fact there is. We don't need proof. The universe is too big for us to be the only intelligent life. We're not even a spec in the universe. We're smaller than nothing in the grand scheme of things. Fear is why religion is still around. It's that kind of selfish attitude that effect us negatively. How anyone can think that religion created by humans thousands of years ago to be fact is beyond me. I wonder if other intelligent beings in the universe have a copy of the bible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans don't think on the biggest scale they can. Only the smallest because that's exactly what we are. Small. People call me cynical. People call me an asshole. People call me heartless. I don't think they realize that calling me those things won't change the facts. I'm a critical thinker first and foremost. I try to be as honest as I can be. I won't sugarcoat anything I say so people can handle my thought process. People don't like me because they're afraid of people like me. People like me can change the world within a year. We have that kind of vision. However, I don't strive for that. I let the human race dig itself into a deeper hole. They don't deserve help. Not from me. Not from anyone. Ignorance rules this world and there's no point in trying to counteract it because when I die, everything I did wouldn't matter. People would go back to being stupid. The human race would fall into a crappy state again because there would be nobody to keep them in check. No wonder the human race actually listen to politicians. They can't handle being on their own. There would be chaos. The human race needs to be controlled. Even then, they're still crappy. Notice that I'm talking like I'm not one of them. I like to think from a different perspective. The only way to see the world the way it really is would be to think like you're an outsider looking in. That's how I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good friend once said something that I found very intriguing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Wisdom no longer accompanies knowledge, and common sense is no longer common." - Thomas McInerney&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weird thing about that line is that's it's kind of mixed up. Wisdom actually accompanies common sense, but common sense was never common in the first place. Knowledge is irrelevant. The most knowledgeable people in the world are also the dumbest since they have no common sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a certain train of thought that people have about life. They call it complicated. They call it complex. It's not. It's actually very simple. It's that simple nature of life that confuses people. Humans have this ability to see patterns that aren't there. One day, this will all end and maybe then, people accept the simpleness that has surrounded us since birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What sucks is that the understanding I speak of isn't guaranteed because humans are humans. 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