I go on with life on my own terms, living for myself with my principles & my philosophies. But once in a while, I look around myself. When I do, I regret it instantly.
The incompetence of men and their naivety, it depresses me to the core. I would gladly take an intelligent evil than a foolish one. Because I don’t understand their purpose of existence.
The purposeful ignorance and inconsistent choices, they have turned themselves into just another fad. Why the low self esteem??? How can they stand being looked down to and pitied? More, how can they look down on themselves? Do they not get driven to achieve? Do they not aspire to be among the great?
What drives these people who think they are happy being a fool or being among fools?? What drives them to give up the right way of life? What makes them choose the ordinary when extra is available? Is the dumbness so irresistible, if so, why am I not yet engulfed by it?
Too much of Ayn Rand in me. Its turning me to an arrogant prick and I am loving it. After all, I’ve always loved the arrogance in people. Of course not the arrogance which is based on nothing. I loved Mr. Darcy’s arrogance that complimented Ms Benett’s in Pride & Prejudice.
And in all of Ayn Rand’s writings, I loved her protagonists’ arrogance. So me turning out to being arrogant is not such a bad thing… well atleast for me.
