/lit/ - Literature

>>16823361
kindly explain yourself, sir. why not?

I’m beginning to realize that caring about politics has done very little to improve my lot in life. At the same time, I can’t help but feel this deep internal hate spring up whenever people start discussing political topics I’m arrayed against. Is there a way to become neutral and unbiased again in my writing and mind?
But then it feels good to fantasize about the killing of those same political enemies. Are they really my enemies? I want to call out the hypocrisy I see in the world, but it feels as though I have to fit into some political mold to do so — placing next within said mold’s own history of hypocrisy. I don’t even know what connection I have to my country anymore.
Yet there’s the rise I get from violence and the feeling of breaking the system. Why choose a side when all has gone to hell on this downward facing earth? I can’t bring myself to trust any creed except the most extreme, and I’ve moved amongst all of them through my life.
To tell you the truth, I just want to get away from the world’s autism.