Chemo

Zorn reminded me of people like Elliot Rodgers, Ted Kaczynski etc. They are so intent on systematizing life and applying broad categories to existence, all the while rotting in despair, that they become sort of cold, calloused, analytical, unfeeling prophets of hatred and destruction. He reminds me of Bruno from Elementary Particles - someone who is so obsessed with sex and romance that the rest of life becomes invisible or at best barely tolerated avenues to further despair. I guarantee this guy did not laugh much, took himself very seriously, and unfortunately even if he was offered romantic affection people like this are so jaded and bitter that there is a high probability they will never be able to return that love in an unguarded, pure, selfless, vulnerable way. It's a brutalizing of the human spirit. Zorn blames it (iirc) on Swiss materialism and his mother. It's quite common to fall into that trap. The modern equivalent is blaming it on height preferences, facial harmony or income. It systematizes life and allows no opportunity for a random encounter with a nice girl to sway your opinion. It's like you put on horse blinkers and simply dedicate yourself to proving that your self-sabotaging worldview is the correct one, and then being surprised that such a miserable existence does not lead to natural connections with others who may see something in you (e.g., your intelligence at the least - these guys tend to be of above average intelligence) they find attractive. It's very sad. These are broken people are are losing or have lost the ability to love. Their life is one of constantly suppressed longing, overwhelming regret, and a cold determination to express their despair and hopelessness in some kind of autistic sublimated fashion. Which isn't to say that critiques of environmental policy, or Swiss materialism, or an imbalance in the dating market aren't valid to some extent, but to volunteer yourself as a martyr for this philosophy just isn't productive, though the extremity of that decision is unfortunately a reflection on a kind of extreme mental capacity to fixate and yearning to articulate that particular wound you have suffered.