handshakes and mistakes

i just think that the act of shaking hands is a really stupid, pointless, uncomphortable human thing to do. it doesn't give any additional introductory value. really, what do you learn about a person when you do that. what intellectual sustenance does that elementary gesture carry. so you know what his hand pheels like, so what, good for you, you just traded germs and cooties with a stranger, in a simple action you may regret later, good going, sport. that gesture came from the same elementary, lower reptilian brain, kill or be killed mentality that got us into this mess in the first place, where we think we need the security of shaking someone's hand, in order to pheel comphortable talking to them. like you can pheel more secure, you can trust someone if you shake their hand. and what a stupid gesture to think of, to communicate or ensure trust, than 'grab someone's hand, and shake it'. if we really wanted to know if we could trust someone, we should smash our phuking brains together like rocks, and see if we get a spark. and how many people who hate eachother, still shake hands, just to look 'proper', or give the deceiving appearence of 'friendship'. unevolved lizards have no clue what 'proper' is, and yet they overuse it, and build a society around it. we are not civilized, no matter how much we lie to ourselves, we are bloodthirsty beasts in a jungle of darkened mind functions, looking for inferior beasts to munch on, just to survive and better understand our dogmatik structured strict socalled moral beliefs that keep us in the illuzion that we're sophisticated human beings with suits and ties. just because we have the ability to talk, doesn't mean we've developed it enuph to understand what the phuk we're saying. and we communicate this by grabbing onto eachother's barely unwebbed grubby phalanges, and introducing ourselves as some redundant name like 'bob'. how about we communicate our level of intelligence and universal comprehension by tattooing our iq levels and greatest intellectual accomplishments on our forehead, and walking around with a squeegee stuck in our stupid short hairdos. we're sophisticated monkeys with thumbs. syncronicity has yet to dawn on our collective selective horizon. we're just waiting for the apple to fall a little further from our tree.