I don’t write this time around with intent to mystify or expand your imagination. Merely to express an experience with you.
Ive long since deleted any and all social media contact. It has been two months now. That being said, I am beginning to feel a sense of self inflicted depravity.
The life of a loaner has always been my throne. I have moved miles away. Never able to escape my need for society. Always in the need for attention. Always hating it. Needing to be around people. Always too much to handle. A forever battle in my mind.
This virus fiasco has so many people panicked. So many people showing exactly how selfish we all are. So many people fighting for themselves. So many people taking, buying, overcoming each other for the sake of their own well being. Ya, who cares about you, as long as I’m taken care of and I get what I want, right? Absolutely despicable. I’m ashamed to call myself human. It has been the reason for all of my failed attempts. Failing at failing is what I call it.
People don’t care to learn how to maintain their own property. Can’t simply be civilized. Cannot look past a transgression if it means placing themselves behind another. Are we so addicted to our selfish ways and our own need for instant gratification that we have forgotten what it means to be human. We fight to live. We fight to protect. We fight for the future. I guess it truly is right to fight each other. To fight for power over one another. Wish I knew why.
Makes me thankful. But am I better? I don’t know. Should I recess and become more native to my instincts or maintain my abstinence from over powering my fellow humans.
I think not.