Eliminating all forms of hate speech

Carl Rivera43 said:Honestly, there’s nothing quite as petty as mocking someone just because they’re talking about you, right? It’s just not a good look.

This isn't about mocking you—it's just the fact that you spend every single day posting completely pointless questions.

That’s just how life goes sometimes, isn't it? Honestly, I'm glad you aren't religious. There are so many people out there who claim to be believers, yet they carry around this cold, heartless hatred that's harder to swallow than cheap plastic wrap. Why is that? It's just one of those things.

Carl Rivera43 said:That’s just how life goes sometimes, isn't it? Honestly, I'm glad you aren't religious. There are so many people out there who claim to be believers, yet they carry around this cold, heartless hatred that's harder to swallow than cheap plastic wrap. Why is that? It's just one of those things.

Well, I'm a believer with plenty of that plastic hatred myself.

Didn't you say you were an atheist?

The difference between an atheist and an anti-theist is that gray area where "hate" starts walking, running, or just standing there... An anti-theist—unlike an atheist who finds their philosophy somewhere else entirely—might actually be a bigger believer (in terms of time spent practicing) than the actual believers themselves. It’s not even about hating the "religion" or the people practicing it alongside their faith; it's more about hating the fact that grown adults can still cling to fairy tales and fables. Or maybe even promoting them while acting completely against their own interests, signing off on nonsense that actually messes with reality... A hatred for the hypocrisy, maybe. Sometimes it looks like the main roadblock to civilization, or just basic animosity fueled by "my faith vs. yours"—all those atrocities and horrors committed in the name of some deity XA. This stuff has been dragging on for centuries, decades, hours... maybe forever. Ever since the first con artist, always slicker than the last, told someone that his god John Doe whispered to him, saying if they didn't follow specific rules or face eternal torment, they'd better start handing over their cash right now, on command, exactly how God dictates. To receive a blessing, or a banana, or whatever... all by divine will, because they're "chosen"...

"Hate" is that ancient thing that travels with every human being as they fight for survival, regardless of how civilized we pretend to be. You can only suppress that urge for so long if you're stuck in a bubble of comfort. But if someone hasn't had that luck and has lived through nothing but frustration, they'd hate just as much as anyone else with the same programming. From this perspective, there's no such thing as two identical lives...

And on that note—since no two lives are the same—asking a crowd what you should do for your own life is basically the definition of someone who has no clue where they came from, where they're going, or why they're even traveling in the first place. Maybe they're so frustrated and unable to find their own truth or purpose that they'll settle for "peace" by following some textbook practice. Or a thin little script. Wouldn't a massive cacophony of questions in your head be quieted by some kind of ritual? That constant internal murmur, that endless chatter with a god, begging for things or forcing a connection, might just drown out the unanswered questions. A self-sustaining loop could theoretically make those questions vanish, especially when "God" presents them as a purpose through subtle provocations tailored to each individual...

Oh, dear God! When He takes, He always gives. And sometimes He gives hate, too. More often than not, it seems. For some reason, I guess. The Lord works in mysterious ways. Especially if God is just one of trillions, static and hyper-focused inside some celestial, cosmic psychiatric ward. Looking at the big picture, what kind of F would a god have, as something gifted to him by his own creator? It isn't easy for gods either. Especially when monkeys like keep falling on their heads.

Carl Rivera43 said:Honestly, there’s nothing quite as petty as mocking someone just because they’re talking about you, right? It’s just not a good look.

Look, your whole issue is that you think everyone's trolling you when they aren't.
Your BS detector is basically broken and
you get offended way too easily, just like Tony Soprano...
Over every little thing.
Random people's opinions actually get under your skin.
Sometimes you're funny, but mostly you're just a tragic mess, sabotaging yourself and any decent friendships you might have with that attitude.
Honestly, I gotta hand it to your friends—it can't be easy being your buddy.

I tell him the exact same thing—the second he sees an opinion that doesn't fit his narrative, he immediately pivots to mockery, insults, or calling it "egoism." Real egoism is staying locked inside your own little bubble instead of actually listening to a hundred different perspectives.

He isn't going to change; that's just who he is. There’s no malice or bad intentions involved, but honestly? Communicating with him is exhausting.

cosmicwolf19 said:I tell him the exact same thing—the second he sees an opinion that doesn't fit his narrative, he immediately pivots to mockery, insults, or calling it "egoism." Real egoism is staying locked inside your own little bubble instead of actually listening to a hundred different perspectives.

He isn't going to change; that's just who he is. There’s no malice or bad intentions involved, but honestly? Communicating with him is exhausting.

Too bad. If he could just drop the narrow-mindedness for a second...
I bet if he had a better attitude, he'd actually attract women and have some healthier thoughts.
He spends way too much time playing the victim and blaming everyone else for his problems. He can't just face the harsh reality of life, fix things, and move on.

Carol Ramos2 said:Look, your whole issue is that you think everyone's trolling you when they aren't.
Your BS detector is basically broken and
you get offended way too easily, just like Tony Soprano...
Over every little thing.
Random people's opinions actually get under your skin.
Sometimes you're funny, but mostly you're just a tragic mess, sabotaging yourself and any decent friendships you might have with that attitude.
Honestly, I gotta hand it to your friends—it can't be easy being your buddy.

There's definitely some truth to what you're saying... I don't believe in myself enough, so the insecurity creeps in and I just carry all this old baggage around.

cosmicwolf19 said:I tell him the exact same thing—the second he sees an opinion that doesn't fit his narrative, he immediately pivots to mockery, insults, or calling it "egoism." Real egoism is staying locked inside your own little bubble instead of actually listening to a hundred different perspectives.

He isn't going to change; that's just who he is. There’s no malice or bad intentions involved, but honestly? Communicating with him is exhausting.

Maybe... I mean, sometimes I go back and look through old threads and posts, and yeah, there were definitely times when I was totally overthinking everything. Some things life throws at you just catch you completely off guard, you know? It takes a little while to get my head straight and sort through it all.

ironrider11 said:The difference between an atheist and an anti-theist is that gray area where "hate" starts walking, running, or just standing there... An anti-theist—unlike an atheist who finds their philosophy somewhere else entirely—might actually be a bigger believer (in terms of time spent practicing) than the actual believers themselves. It’s not even about hating the "religion" or the people practicing it alongside their faith; it's more about hating the fact that grown adults can still cling to fairy tales and fables. Or maybe even promoting them while acting completely against their own interests, signing off on nonsense that actually messes with reality... A hatred for the hypocrisy, maybe. Sometimes it looks like the main roadblock to civilization, or just basic animosity fueled by "my faith vs. yours"—all those atrocities and horrors committed in the name of some deity XA. This stuff has been dragging on for centuries, decades, hours... maybe forever. Ever since the first con artist, always slicker than the last, told someone that his god John Doe whispered to him, saying if they didn't follow specific rules or face eternal torment, they'd better start handing over their cash right now, on command, exactly how God dictates. To receive a blessing, or a banana, or whatever... all by divine will, because they're "chosen"...

"Hate" is that ancient thing that travels with every human being as they fight for survival, regardless of how civilized we pretend to be. You can only suppress that urge for so long if you're stuck in a bubble of comfort. But if someone hasn't had that luck and has lived through nothing but frustration, they'd hate just as much as anyone else with the same programming. From this perspective, there's no such thing as two identical lives...

And on that note—since no two lives are the same—asking a crowd what you should do for your own life is basically the definition of someone who has no clue where they came from, where they're going, or why they're even traveling in the first place. Maybe they're so frustrated and unable to find their own truth or purpose that they'll settle for "peace" by following some textbook practice. Or a thin little script. Wouldn't a massive cacophony of questions in your head be quieted by some kind of ritual? That constant internal murmur, that endless chatter with a god, begging for things or forcing a connection, might just drown out the unanswered questions. A self-sustaining loop could theoretically make those questions vanish, especially when "God" presents them as a purpose through subtle provocations tailored to each individual...

Oh, dear God! When He takes, He always gives. And sometimes He gives hate, too. More often than not, it seems. For some reason, I guess. The Lord works in mysterious ways. Especially if God is just one of trillions, static and hyper-focused inside some celestial, cosmic psychiatric ward. Looking at the big picture, what kind of F would a god have, as something gifted to him by his own creator? It isn't easy for gods either. Especially when monkeys like keep falling on their heads.

So, we're talking about freezing people out because they're being two-faced?!

Being two-faced—or maybe just being a bit of a joker—totally warps how you see reality, doesn't it? I honestly wonder if anyone can ever be strong enough to completely scrub away those traces of hypocrisy from their soul.

Carol Ramos2 said:Too bad. If he could just drop the narrow-mindedness for a second...
I bet if he had a better attitude, he'd actually attract women and have some healthier thoughts.
He spends way too much time playing the victim and blaming everyone else for his problems. He can't just face the harsh reality of life, fix things, and move on.

Look, I did have a more positive attitude once. I was taking better care of myself back then. And of course, I'd love to feel that way again instead of being stuck in this endless, exhausting loop.

Carl Rivera43 said:Look, I did have a more positive attitude once. I was taking better care of myself back then. And of course, I'd love to feel that way again instead of being stuck in this endless, exhausting loop.

So yeah. Even if some issues can't be fixed—or people just won't fix them—if you want to let go of the hate, you just let those problems spin on their own. You move on toward something better.

Carol Ramos2 said:So yeah. Even if some issues can't be fixed—or people just won't fix them—if you want to let go of the hate, you just let those problems spin on their own. You move on toward something better.

Maybe it’s like having a messy workshop in the garage? You at least know where most of the tools are kept and what they actually do.

Unfortunately, my mental junk drawer is way too cluttered. It makes things confusing, and honestly, those fuzzy memories can be pretty exhausting sometimes.

So, I went to see my therapist today. We actually had to take about four little breaks, just for a minute or two each, because my focus was completely shot. I kept jumping all over the place from one topic to the next, and honestly? I ended up just confusing myself even more.

People just get under my skin, same as they do with me. I guess that’s why we get along so well. Most people? They really rub me the wrong way. They can be so incredibly mean sometimes, and God, the dishonesty. People will look you straight in the eye and lie through their teeth, knowing full well they're doing it. It’s honestly exhausting. Like Carol Ramos2 says, being genuine is a massive struggle in this cutthroat world. My biggest hurdle lately—ever since I scaled back on my meds—is that I’m constantly overflowing with inspiration. I love sparking something in the people I talk to, and I can see it landing well; people seem to dig it because, let’s face it, life is pretty mundane and fleeting. But nobody seems to inspire me back. All I get are these dreary stories about their lives. It’s like everyone has completely run out of juice, or they're just drowning in mediocrity, obsessing over the most trivial things imaginable. Where is the spark? Right now, the only true inspiration I have is my woman. She is my entire world. Everything else is just noise, and I’m counting down the days until I can finally settle down with her. This whole rest of the world feels meaningless, a total tragedy for men everywhere. A complete disaster...

How on earth are you calling this a disaster for men?

Carl Rivera43 said:How on earth are you calling this a disaster for men?

Honestly, you're being ridiculous. I really need to stop reading this kind of nonsense; it just leaves me feeling miserable. I’ve finally found my peace, though. Thank God I have my own apartment to retreat to, where I can just dive straight into my own projects and stay busy. It doesn't even matter to me anymore. Everything has settled down. I came inside, closed the door, and that was that.

What am I even supposed to go on about here with you? Honestly, I couldn't care less! If you didn't catch my drift the first time, you aren't going to get it now.

Hold on a second... you put this idea out there and now I’m dying to know why. You’re claiming that men are generally worse than women? Why though?