Hell is the others (and us)
Yes, I am a misanthrope. I feel aversion to dealing with other people. This is the long version. The short one is that I hate the human species. Not any specific person, but what any person represents. But I must say in my defense that I am not at all inconsistent: I would very much like other people to have the same aversion to dealing with me. This would create a situation of certain equilibrium, where everyone has an aversion to relationships with others and I could rid myself of the Judeo-Christian guilt that the nuns inoculated me with and for which I have not yet found a definitive solution (thanks 'sisters').
It's getting worse. That is, I am becoming more of a misanthrope every day. I feel bad everywhere. On public transport, on the street, at work, at events, at meetings, at dinners... I act friendly to hide it, but that doesn't always happen. Many times I am stupid with others and get into a loop that goes from repentance to pride, through indifference, from which I may not emerge for two days.
In my defense, I must say that the world around me does not help much to appease my misanthropy. I look around and understand nothing. In an exercise of cheap anthropology, I have come to the conclusion that our process of involution has begun. I see people who waste their lives watching stupid and absurd videos on their phones; who believe they are so important that they must compulsively throw their thoughts into the virtual world; who strike ridiculous poses to immortalize them in photographs that will be lost in the memory of their electronic devices and that they will never look at again; who believe that crude banality is sophisticated thought; who practice communicative pornography (that's what I like to call loud video calls in public places, and I can fool myself into thinking I'm witty)... In short, a hell for anyone who tries not to attract attention and wants others to pass them by unnoticed.
Jean-Paul Sartre placed himself on the level of Nostradamus when predicting the future when he asserted that hell is other people. It summarizes too well what today's rich and developed society is like. Moreover, it is a more humble statement than it may seem, because we are someone else's 'other'. That is, we are also hell for other people. No one is saved here. I don't expect to be saved. I want to be left alone.
