L'absent
À ma manière 🪦
- Aug 18, 2024
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The human being is the ultimate proof that evolution isn't about progress—it's just a series of genetic errors stumbling forward out of pure inertia. A confused animal, full of contradictory impulses, capable of building cities only to complain about feeling lonely inside them. A biped wandering through the world like a glitch in nature, torn between an obsession for stability and an uncontrollable urge to destroy anything that remotely resembles commitment.
They complain about not finding interesting people, then disappear after 48 hours of conversation as if sucked into a black hole. They claim they want a serious relationship, yet they can't even answer a message without having a three-hour inner monologue about what it will mean for their fragile psyche. They convince themselves they've found the right person, only to realize that this person actually has an existence of their own and isn't a chatbot programmed to cater to them—so they vanish. Then, out of nowhere, they reappear three weeks later with a "Hey, how's it going?" like time and dignity mean absolutely nothing.
And while they torture themselves with their existential dilemmas like anxious little mammals, the rest of the biosphere keeps running its same horror show. Because no, the world wouldn't be "better" without humans. It would simply be missing its most maladapted animal, while everything else continued the same biological nightmare as always. Lions would still be eating gazelles alive, praying mantises would still be ripping off their partner's head after sex, parasites would still be infesting every living creature without an ounce of empathy. The only difference? They don't have the luxury of asking themselves "But am I happy?" while repeating the same self-destructive patterns for a lifetime.
Maybe the real mistake of humanity was simply becoming too aware of the mechanism without ever really escaping it. Condemned to observe, analyze, and rationalize every single social and emotional dynamic, while the rest of the world continues following the only universal law that exists: survive as long as you can, suffer as much as necessary, then die.
They complain about not finding interesting people, then disappear after 48 hours of conversation as if sucked into a black hole. They claim they want a serious relationship, yet they can't even answer a message without having a three-hour inner monologue about what it will mean for their fragile psyche. They convince themselves they've found the right person, only to realize that this person actually has an existence of their own and isn't a chatbot programmed to cater to them—so they vanish. Then, out of nowhere, they reappear three weeks later with a "Hey, how's it going?" like time and dignity mean absolutely nothing.
And while they torture themselves with their existential dilemmas like anxious little mammals, the rest of the biosphere keeps running its same horror show. Because no, the world wouldn't be "better" without humans. It would simply be missing its most maladapted animal, while everything else continued the same biological nightmare as always. Lions would still be eating gazelles alive, praying mantises would still be ripping off their partner's head after sex, parasites would still be infesting every living creature without an ounce of empathy. The only difference? They don't have the luxury of asking themselves "But am I happy?" while repeating the same self-destructive patterns for a lifetime.
Maybe the real mistake of humanity was simply becoming too aware of the mechanism without ever really escaping it. Condemned to observe, analyze, and rationalize every single social and emotional dynamic, while the rest of the world continues following the only universal law that exists: survive as long as you can, suffer as much as necessary, then die.
