I can no longer manage.
I feel flipped and squeezed. Nothing I
intended occurred, yet what transpired outweighed my provisions. I sit
in my bed feeling a cryptic sadness. Mourning the loss of the
isolationist dream I craved. The dream that fueled my endeavors; the
cure to my misanthropic pipe fantasy. I have lost control of everything I
thought I knew. The world I created does not fit into the world that is
emerging.
My deceptive ego lead me to believe that humanity
would be better off without me; that I was a burden to most, at best. I
refused to believe that there was anything good about me or that I could
do anything other than harm to another. I was toxic and preferably
avoided. I removed myself from the realm of human interaction, sending
out nondescript messages into the ether to channel the vitriol without
directly indicting a single soul. Rageahol for a rageaholic. A buffer
for my absolute hatred of life. I transformed that hatred to disdain.
Disdain just seemed easier.
And the shame of feeling this way. And
the guilt of feeding these thoughts. And the hypocrisy of it
all...because nobody wanted to hear this when asking me how I was.
So to appease their curiosity and subsequently afford my escape, I
lied. I presented the disdain as reckless acceptance, rejection as
inclusion, ostracism as community, sadness as satire, abuse as healing,
helplessness as generosity, hopelessness as whimsy...because this is
honorable and I mastered the technique. The irony is not lost on me:
that which I designed to protect me from others has only drawn me closer
to them. What a mockery of my efforts.
So, I can no longer manage.
I feel flipped and squeezed. Nothing I intended occurred, yet what
transpired outweighed my provisions. I sit in my bed feeling a cryptic
sadness. Mourning the loss of the isolationist dream I craved. The dream
that fueled my endeavors; the cure to my misanthropic pipe fantasy. I
have lost control of everything I thought I knew. The world I created
does not fit into the world that is emerging.
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