Human beings

When I tell people that humans are easily the vilest, cruelest creatures to ever exist, they call it an extremist take. They say I’m bitter, that I should give more credit to humans. But I struggle to. I’ve looked closely at us, as a species, and I stand by it. We are largely selfish and unfeeling. We rarely care unless the situation threatens us directly or unless caring gives us something to gain.

When someone reaches out for help, most of us only respond from a place of obligation, not compassion. That whole “make he just manage am” energy. We’ll offer the bare minimum, not because we want to, but because silence would make us look bad.

However, the rules shift when the person reaching out is someone powerful, someone popular. Suddenly, we’re attentive. Ever more eager, hospitable, and generous. We’ll go out of our way then. Not for them, but for what proximity to them gives us: Influence. Validation. Perceived decency.

It’s not just others—I’ve caught myself doing the same. Several people on here have messaged me for help, and I never replied. Not because I didn’t care, but because I had nothing to offer and didn’t want to explain and sound like I was lying. But when the message comes from someone with clout, I answer almost immediately. Maybe because I know they won’t ask me for money. Maybe because helping them flatters my ego. Either way, the rot lives in me too.
This is who we are. We don’t show up when it matters. We wait. Until you succeed. Or until you die. That’s when we remember you. That’s when we sing your name. That’s when we find the words we never offered you in life.

We are a funny bunch, truly. Funny, tragic, and deeply predictable