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Our social contract

Humans are very strange.  Our behavior in many instances is molded to be intentionally and sometimes not, politically and culturally correct.  We do not say what is on our mind rather fall into a well worn groove that is defined by society that we inhabit.

These behavioral traits I suppose define us as a species that does not mostly want to rock the boat.  The cost of said rocking might be exclusion from the cult that is humanity.  Belonging to the cult is not what I like to do.  It seems to me unnatural.  We have been gifted with a brilliant nervous system which should allow us to be anything but nervous about our interactions.

Recently we went to visit someone in the extended family because they had produced an offspring.  Now here itself the human experience becomes to me retarded.  People who we would otherwise barely go see given logistics et al are suddenly in the limelight because of their ability to procreate?

Then on actual visitation there is an obligatory boring chit chat that may or may not be something I want to entertain.  But alas you are now in their freaking abode.

So they present their child at some point.  At which instance the visitors are expected to gush with some enthusiasm of perceived cuteness of the little tyke.  Well anything that small really has no personality and so to start seeing things is literally like openly hallucinating.

I found the entire experience rather tepid and at times not worthy of the visit simply because visiting a two month old is a pointless exercise.  The parents did not necessarily attempt (perhaps they felt equally at a loss to generate conversation) to brighten the space.  Then there is the gift giving.  I say why?  The parents I'm certain did not decide to introduce new cretins to the planet on the hope of surviving on gifts.  But the societal norm suggests otherwise.

All in all though the civilization as we know it requires you to either spend time or money or both to be part of any gathering and to me that is BS.

I'd rather take a book and read it by myself or take a hike.

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