Perhaps what I'm hoping for is someone that will disagree and be able to give me an example where I'm wrong, because I must admit...these beliefs are pretty damned depressing.
As for people that might be concerned with the tone or subject of this post...don't be. I can be a manipulative bastard, and trying to earn sympathy when I'm feeling down isn't below me. Getting a friend who shows some concern because of this post will cheapen it. It'll make me wonder if I'm doing this for attention or affection. Which is the sort of bullshit and hypocrisy that this post is about. So, with that said... take it for what it's worth, and I'm fine. I really don't want anyone to check up on me after reading this.
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"There's 10 kinds of people in the world. Those that understand binary and those that don't."
I used to chuckle at that joke, and brush it off. I'm not sure where the original phrase "There's two kinds of people in the world. Those that..." comes from, and I never gave it much though. Clearly there's more than one kind of person in the world. Or two. Or three. Or a million.
Right?
So. Surely, categorizing the entire population of the human race into a few very broad, very general groups is stupid. And dangerous- we've seen events in history where labeling and stereotyping people has led to harm, murder, even genocide. Labeling people is a bad thing. As a Canadian, I should know the merits of multiculturalism right? We're much better than the Americans and their melting pot approach. Right?
Bullshit.
The two words "Human race" label us all together under one umbrella, and there are a few things that apply to each and every one of us. We all require Oxygen to live. We all bleed. We all need to eat 'food' to produce energy.
And we are all selfish. Every. Single. One. Of. Us. You, me, your family and every random Joe you pass on the way to the grocery store. We all look out for #1, even if we claim and believe otherwise. Don't think you're selfish? Might want to check up on the definition:
self⋅ish
/ˈsɛlfɪʃ/ Show Spelled Pronunciation [sel-fish] Show IPA Pronunciation
–adjective
1. devoted to or caring only for oneself; concerned primarily with one's own interests, benefits, welfare, etc., regardless of others.
That's you. That's me. That's everyone. The only real difference are the people who are honest, and acknowledge it; and those that delude themselves that they're not. I'm usually the latter. I'm a hypocrite, and it's not as evil or as complicated as people make it out to be. Let's review, shall we?
hyp⋅o⋅crite
/ˈhɪpəkrɪt/ Show Spelled Pronunciation [hip-uh-krit] Show IPA Pronunciation
–noun
1. a person who pretends to have virtues, moral or religious beliefs, principles, etc., that he or she does not actually possess, esp. a person whose actions belie stated beliefs.
2. a person who feigns some desirable or publicly approved attitude, esp. one whose private life, opinions, or statements belie his or her public statements.
#2. That's me. Right there. Now, how am I a hypocrite? Some of you might be scratching your heads, or concerned by this post because after all, I seem like a good person right? My humour could use some work most of the time, though it hits the right spot sometimes and earns an honest chuckle now and then. I'm helpful- I listen to people, offer lifts sometimes when I can, show concern when someone is feeling down right? I'm the big guy that likes to pretend he's protective and looks out for people. Maybe for people like you.
Well here's where the hypocrisy comes in: I don't do it for you. I don't really care about if you're feeling down or not. Oh, I certainly think I do at the time. But here's the ugly truth: When I help someone out- give them a hug when they're down, or cover for someone, or buy a gift... I'm not doing it for you.
No. Deep down, I'm doing it for me.
You see, I don't think I'm a good person. Not really. I don't like myself- I was never popular, or good at sports. I never made friends easy. People to rely on were hard to come by... so you know how I earned friends? I bought them. I helped them out. I was 'generous'. And in turn, I felt good.
Clearly, people smiling at me meant I was a good person. People saying 'Thanks!' meant I must have done something right. I made them happy...that's what 'good people' do, after all, right?
...except 'good people' don't use others to make themselves feel better. People aren't really generous, at least I wasn't; not really. I cover someone for $10 and feel generous. But what I'm really being is a hypocrite. I'm not being generous, I'm buying a high. I'm buying self delusion. I'm exchanging money for the service of believing I'm a decent person.
And the kicker, the irony is that I'm using someone to do it. 'Good people' don't use others... right? But that's what we're all doing. Every charitable deed. Every 'good act' has a deeper, selfish motive.
We like to look down on the Stalins and Hitlers of the world and point out how a dictator or murderer was doing it for himself, despite his or her claims that he or she was doing it for the best of their people, or their country. I ask you, though, how is that any different than someone that tries to cure diseases or help the homeless? In both cases, they claim to be doing it to 'help people', while at the end of it all the result is going to be the same: Their name in a history book and/or people who remember them. In both cases, ultimately, it's done for themselves. For fame. To sleep at night. Whatever the reason, it's a primal act of selfishness.
Still not with me? Oh, you'll love this:
Love.
Is bullshit. There. I said it. You love someone? Really? Why?
Is it because of their looks? Because of how they make you feel? What they provide for you? How they improve your life? Hey, all those questions are about you, isn't it?
Okay...how about what you do for them? Oh, wait. Damn. That gives you a sense of being needed. A place to be. Scratch that then.
How about this: How many of you can think of someone that you deeply care about, and want them to be with someone else? Surely you're not the best person in the world for them. You have flaws. There are people out there with less flaws. I'd bet my money on it...and yet you probably don't want them to leave you for someone else.
I think I'm starting to ramble, and I'm second guessing posting this, so I'm going to try and come to a conclusion before I lose my nerve. We're not good people. Everyone does things for themselves, even when they pretend they're doing it for someone else.
Look at the stereotypical movies that centre around love. Usually you have the love of the protagonist with some douche bag. The douche bag is popular, and envied by everyone... and yet they're jerks. Why? Because they don't need to be 'good' for people to like them. They don't need to use and buy people.
Then there's the protagonist. He's overlooked...he's not popular. He's not envied... but he is the 'good' guy. He's 'honest'. He's 'sweet'. He actually 'cares' about the love of his life. And in the end, he gets her because she finally comes around and realizes how 'nice' he is.
So what can we conclude? If you're not popular, not envied, not good at sports... you can't be a douchebag to get the girl you want. You've got to buy her with generosity. You've got to 'care' about her. And in the end, you get what you want.
In the end, it's all about you.
At least, that's how I am. I try to look out for my friends, I try to care about them, and like to think I protect them. I try to make them feel good, happier.
And several times, that's backfired. I've hurt people. Made them feel awful or uncomfortable. And... I've realized that my attempts at trying to do things for them isn't noble or chariable at all. In fact, it's quite the opposite: I'm using them. And I'm not the only person like that. We're all like that. We're all selfish, and none of us are actually good people at all.
When all is said and done, it's about us being able to look at ourselves in the mirror and see a 'good' person.




