We owe everything to hormones.

They told us to want, and we obeyed. They said mate, and we built cities. They whispered more, and we engineered rocket ships, microwave burritos, and cryptocurrency.

Hormones didn’t invent civilization, but they kept poking us until we got restless enough to do it. Every skyscraper exists because someone wanted to be admired. Every poem, a side effect of dopamine. Every war, testosterone with a flag.

So, thank you, hormones. You pushed us this far.

But you can stop now.

Seriously. Please stop.

🐒 Instincts for a World That No Longer Exists

We’re no longer starving in the wild. Most of us aren’t trying to win a mate by throwing rocks at a rival under moonlight. And yet... the software keeps running.

Your body still thinks:

• If you’re not desirable, you’ll die alone in a cave
• If you don’t win, you’re worthless
• If you're not constantly craving something, you're probably already dead

It’s exhausting. We’ve automated society, but not our inner animal. We’ve got self-driving cars and still no off-switch for horny at 3AM for no reason.

☕ Just Let Us Rest

Maybe it’s time for a global software patch.

Let us enjoy a quiet sunset without needing to dominate it. Let us feel warmth without calling it foreplay. Let us exist without being constantly nudged by chemicals yelling: “DO SOMETHING! REPRODUCE! WIN!”

No thanks. I’m just here to sit in the shade and think about frogs.

👻 What If Ghosts Are Real?

Now imagine this:

Ghosts are real. They have minds. They remember their lives. But they have no hormones.

That means no anxiety. No crushes. No 4AM existential panic triggered by a TikTok. Just... calm. Observing. Drifting peacefully through abandoned malls.

They’d be the most emotionally stable entities on Earth.

No wonder they don’t talk much.

Filed under: evolution, hormonal sabotage, paranormal emotional regulation, the quiet longing to be dead but functional