I've never really found much about philosophy in general to be logical. Yes I only really believe in the one school of thought that I do, and as I said I don't exactly care what theories philosophers propose because I don't even really consider philosophy to be a serious science - I'm the type to outright mock philosophy.
Those types are people that throw themselves at me for silly moral reasons and silly beliefs, and I won't hesistate to end them on the spot for such ridiculousness. They're just in the way between me and my goals, a mere obstacle I want disposed. Hence why I've become bitter towards them.
I am indeed dismissing countless theories by philosophers. I am aware of that and that is almost the entire point. I don't regard philosophers as worth considering, nor their school of thought anything more but pretentious and mock-able. Objective reality is all there really is. Anyone arguing otherwise is a fool, even if it's Einstein or Tesla saying it.
Philosophy, Religion, and Morality. These things have no hold on me or any relevance to me. I do what's logical in my own mind, and the only way anyone can ever stop me is with force. Force and objective reality are the only languages I think in. What's physically possible and what isn't, who's strong and who is weak. That's all reality is. Surviving is everything, nothing else really matters. Even surviving doesn't matter, but for whatever reason we're cursed with a self-preservation instinct, one that I can't seem to override no matter what. I suppose at some point I said "fuck it, I guess I have to live, but if I'm going to live I should at least enjoy the slaughter a little bit".
There's really no point in this argument. Anything based in morals and empathy are entirely pointless to argue to someone that simply can't conceive those concepts at all, like myself. I was a raised in a brutal manner that taught me being strong is all that matters, and that everything else - our society and our culture - are all just fabrications made-up by idiotic beings known as humans, trying to escape their primal nature and act as if they're better than the animal kingdom. But it's still an animal kingdom. Just a new one we've created. Same old fucking game, new looks, that's all. They're lying to themselves, having one big shared delusion.
The only things I have left are logic, pride, and near limitless rage. I tend to take up leadership roles with my heavy logic, using it to manipulate people and their emotions, acting as if I really have any because that toys with their empathy, when in truth I don't. Then I lead with pride - it makes me feel good. I'll be pretty benevolent as a leader really, I wanna be the one everyone loves and looks up to and respects. But in actuality I'm kinda waiting for an opponent, someone to cut loose on and release all that rage and battle-lust on. Some sort-of sadistic and murderous side of me is what's truly underneath all those other layers. Like in all actuality I'm just pissed that reality fucked me over so hard, and I just want everyone else to feel the things I once did. It's really weird that I can go from loving and compassionate to murderous and all-ending with the flip of a mental switch whenever I feel like it.
I dunno if any part of me is really even human anymore. My relationships with "friends" are that I'm just using them for entertainment, and my relationships with women are that I'm just using them for sex while telling them what they wanna hear to keep them around for it. I don't know if any part of me is human, or was ever human to begin with, if any part of me really loves or cares about anything, if I've ever really had any friends, or if I've ever once really told the truth in my entire life.
All I know is I'm perpetually angry and sad, take pleasure in some fucked-up things and get a thrill out of fighting, that I can't trust anyone no matter how long they're around me, that I feel like everything is fake like some game, always sizing people up and thinking of how to react to every possible scenario should it occur, and overall just... well I'm just lonely I suppose. Lonely and a bit paranoid of death, which is probably why I'm obsessed with being strong, cold, and lethal and don't trust anybody.
I dunno kiddo. I'm talkin' too much again. You shouldn't get me started on these long-winded comment threads, I'm quite a shut-in and homebody and I end up saying way too much online when I've locked myself inside for too long.