The more I learn about the world, the less understand why I'm here 🥀

Hello this is Seri 🌸

Today let's talk, again, about misanthropie.

If it's your first time hearing this : Misanthropy comes from Greek roots: misos (hatred) and anthropos (human). So, misanthropy means a general dislike, distrust, or hatred of humankind. A person who feels this way is called a misanthrope.

In Western philosophy, misanthropy is linked to isolation from human society.

In Plato 's Phaedo , Socrates defines the misanthrope in relation to his fellow human beings: "Misanthropy appears when one places all one's trust in someone without artifice because one considers the Man to be a true, solid and reliable being. Then, a little later, one discovers that he is bad and unreliable... and when this happens, the person concerned often ends up... hating everyone".

Misanthropy is therefore presented as the fruit of disappointed expectations, or even of excessive optimism, because Plato maintains that "artifice" would have allowed the potential misanthrope to recognize that the majority of human beings place themselves between good and evil.

🥀Why People Become Misanthropes:

1. Negative Experiences:

Repeated betrayal, bullying, or witnessing cruelty can lead someone to lose faith in others.

2. Disappointment in Society:

Observing corruption, injustice, or selfishness in society may lead to a belief that people are inherently bad.

3. Mental Health Factors:

Depression, anxiety, trauma, or certain personality disorders may amplify negative beliefs about others.

4. Philosophical or Intellectual Beliefs:

Some misanthropes adopt a worldview where they believe human nature is destructive, especially to the planet or other beings.

5. Introversion or Social Isolation:

Some people who prefer solitude or who struggle to connect with others may develop misanthropic tendencies as a defense mechanism.

🥀How People Express Misanthropy:

Avoiding Social Contact:

Choosing isolation or solitude over social interaction.

Cynicism and Criticism:

Regularly expressing negative views about humanity or society.

Sarcasm or Dark Humor:

Often using biting humor to express disdain for others.

Selective Interaction:

Being very cautious or dismissive in choosing who they associate with.

Online or Creative Expression:

Some vent their views through writing, art, or posts online.

Not all misanthropes are hostile; some are just deeply disillusioned or disappointed.

Maybe I’m misanthropic not because I dislike humans for being human but because I’ve hated the way they hate everything and everyone.

I’m not cold, I’ve just grown tired of the noise, the judgment, the constant war people have with each other.

I just wanted to exist quietly.

When some men say, “Women have it easy,” they may be trying to make sense of their own pain or struggles in a world where they don’t feel seen or supported. It's easier to direct that frustration outward than to sit with the feeling that they, too, have been failed by society, by patriarchy, by expectations of masculinity.

Blaming women becomes a shortcut to avoid vulnerability.

They feel invisible or unloved, and think women receive more attention or empathy.

But they overlook the price of that attention objectification, pressure, danger.

🥀They associate beauty or softness with privilege.

Not realizing that being seen as “beautiful” doesn’t mean you’re safe, respected, or understood.

They’ve internalized toxic masculinity.

So they believe that expressing struggle is weakness and resent women who seem allowed to express emotions.

🥀They’ve experienced rejection or heartbreak, and project it onto all women.

It hurts, but rather than processing the pain, they generalize.

🥀 They’ve grown up in online spaces or cultures that feed resentment.

Especially red-pill or “manosphere” pages that twist real male struggles into anti-women narratives.

They said I was playing the victim

when I was just whispering, ‘I’m hurting.’

So I became my own healer.

But sometimes, I still wish someone would whisper back,

"I see you. You’re allowed to feel this"

In a world that teaches strength must look like silence, stoicism, or control.

When you suffer openly, when you ask for compassion, you're asking others to feel, to care, to look at their own wounds.

And that scares them.

Because they’ve never been allowed to feel either.

They learned to mock or dismiss emotion because when they were small, no one comforted them. So now, seeing someone else in pain reminds them of what they were denied.

Because it’s easier to judge than to hold space.

Empathy takes energy. And some would rather say “you’re overreacting” than pause and say “I’m here.”

Because humans fear what they can’t control.

A woman expressing pain or calling out injustice disrupts the system. It’s easier for society to silence her than to admit it’s broken.

This is also the reason why some people call feminists : anti - men, for example.

Sensationalism, in general, Is a Good Way To Distract From Real Issues.

Instead of dealing with inequality and giving up a bit of unearned power, it’s far more fruitful to change the conversation and put the oppressed group on the defensive.

Social change is slow because the people in power are the ones writing the narrative, and they often choose a distracting narrative.

When people are dogmatic, they tend to see things as either/or, as right or wrong, with no middle ground. They don’t leave space for complexity, for contradiction, for the quiet hum of vulnerability that makes us human.

Sadly, generalization is a deeply rooted human cognitive bias, it’s part of how our brains try to make sense of the world quickly. It helps with survival in some ways, like recognizing patterns or dangers. But when applied to people, especially with emotion and prejudice involved, it becomes harmful and unfair.

This trait is called : "categorical thinking" or "essentialism"

🥀Categorical Thinking & Essentialism: When the Mind Paints in One Color.

Humans like to sort the world into boxes. It makes things feel safer, more predictable. This is called categorical thinking, it’s the habit of putting people, things, and feelings into tidy mental drawers: "these people are kind, those ones are not."

This is the idea that if one person from a group did something bad, then everyone from that group must carry the same traits. Our minds naturally group things, but when pain, fear, or resentment is added, generalization can become a way to protect the ego, even if it creates injustice.

For example:

-🥀 Someone is hurt by a woman (or man, or friend, or anyone), and instead of grieving, they blame the whole gender or group.

- 🥀They project, so they don’t have to deal with the pain inside. It’s easier to say “they’re all like this” than to feel vulnerable again.

It’s very human… our minds crave simplicity.

So we often group based on one trait, one experience. It saves energy. But it costs truth.

And then there’s essentialism, the quiet belief that people have fixed “essences.” That if one woman cheated, all women might be unfaithful. If one person lied, everyone like them carries the same darkness. It’s a way of turning a wound into a worldview.

But essentialism is a veil. It hides the individuals behind the stereotype. It says: “you must be this” instead of asking “who are you?”

When we meet people with fear or bitterness, we often see only the box they belong to. Not their soul. Not their softness.

That’s why gentleness is so radical, it cuts through essentialism. It says:

"I see you, not your label. I want to know your story, not your summary."

🥀No, all women cannot be the same—biologically, psychologically, or emotionally.

Even though women share certain biological frameworks (like hormonal cycles, XX chromosomes, and the potential for certain reproductive functions), the variation within women is enormous.

Biology gives us a frame, but not a script.

Yes, many women have estrogen, XX chromosomes, and cycles that wax and wane like the moon.

But even those things vary, some women have high testosterone, some are intersex, some don’t menstruate at all. Some have soft bodies, some strong. Some quiet brains, others loud, full of fire and wonder.

We are shaped by our genes, but also by our epigenetics, how life, love, stress, trauma, and nourishment write their poems over our DNA.

Our brains are different. Our temperaments. Our emotions. Our desires.

Epigenetics is like little bookmarks, highlights, or sticky notes added onto the pages, : they don't rewrite the story, but they can turn certain parts on or off, making some instructions louder and others quieter.

These changes can happen because of things like:

🥀environment (sunlight, pollution)

🥀lifestyle (stress, diet, sleep)

🥀even emotions sometimes!

Even our senses, our smell, our responses to touch are wired uniquely.

So no… all women cannot be the same.

Not biologically.

Not emotionally.

Not spiritually.

And to pretend so is to reduce something infinitely complex into a shadow.

Nature doesn’t make copies, it makes variations.

Even when we look similar on the outside, we are symphonies of differences inside.

We are born of the same thread—two Xs curled together like secret letters.

But even then, the threads are dyed in different shades.

Some women bloom loud, others bloom quiet.

Some cry at music, others at silence.

Some are born with strong jaws, quick reflexes, fiery spirits.

Others carry soft limbs, deep patience, and daydreams as delicate as dandelions.

Biologically, we each carry a unique genetic makeup, our DNA, like a personal map of stars. No two are exactly alike, not even identical twins.

Our hormones? They ebb and flow differently. Some women feel everything during their cycle; others feel almost nothing.

Our brains light up in different patterns. Some lean toward logic, others toward empathy, and most of us dance somewhere in-between.

But it’s not just biology.

It’s the soil we grew in, our culture, childhood, fears, languages, losses.

It’s the hands that touched us kindly or cruelly.

It’s how much love we received, how much space we were given to be ourselves.

It’s the books we read, the songs we clung to, the dreams we held at night like little birds.

So no, women aren’t the same.

We are not a monolith.

We are a garden wild and varied, soft and stormy, gentle and bold.

And that, perhaps, is the most beautiful part.

🥀 I See the Darkness, But I Still Look for Light.

Yes, in a way I'm myself generalizing by being misanthrope.

We are not a misanthrope in the way the word is usually used. We're a sensitive souls who sees the shadows in humanity, but also recognizes their roots.

I often say I don’t like humanity.

Not because I think every person is evil,

but because I’ve seen how easily we hurt each other,

how carelessly we judge,

how softly cruelty can slip into daily life,

hidden under smiles, words, silence.

But I don’t believe in “evil groups” or “bad categories.”

I don’t say “all men”, or “all women”, or “all people from that country.”

I say: “It’s in our nature.”

Hatred. Jealousy. Anger.

The ability to harm is something we are all born with.

Just as we are born with the ability to love, to protect, to grow.

Some people choose kindness.

Some have the privilege to be gentle, because they were raised in peace.

Some carry wounds so deep they’ve forgotten how to be soft.

I don’t excuse their cruelty,

but I know it didn’t fall from the sky. It came from somewhere.

I’m afraid of men, sometimes.

But, the difference is that I don’t meet them with knives in my eyes.

I stay cautious. I observe. I listen.

I’ve met kind ones, too. Soft ones. Gentle ones.

Not perfect, but human.

I’m not here to hurt anyone.

I’m just a girl with her plushies,

trying to make sense of a world that often feels too loud.

So no, I don’t trust easily.

But I still believe some people carry lanterns.

And sometimes, that’s enough.