Just one
The other people in the world around me are like a big monolith. I politley ask "can I have anything all my own, any part of the earth?". The monolith shouts in a booming voice "NO"! !!
I used to be a Christian, but now my mind can't accept me being part of any sort of moral-based group. The society around me is like a prison and I am trapped inside it in its centre. I am inside the monolith, but I am not a part of the monolith. I can't force myself to be one with any particular part of the monolith. I am all alone. I am the last human. I posess a strong desire to live like an animal and be free, but the monolith owns all. The walls of my cell laugh at me, they mock me. "You are all alone!" "You are full of desires that can never be fufilled!" "We are one, together we can prevent you from doing anything!" "Our unity makes us powerful!" "You are just one person and that makes you weak!" "You are here forever!" "Nobody will ever love you" "You are a monster!" "You are revolting!" "You are more animal than human!"
I want to either lash out at the monolith, breaking apart into indidual bricks or curl up in a fetal position on the floor and wait to die. Either one would be okay.
I am all alone. Why must I be just one in a world of groups?
_________________
Synthetic carbo-polymers got em through man. They got em through mouse. They got through, and we're gonna get out.
-Roostre
READ THIS -> https://represent.us/
leejosepho
Veteran
Joined: 14 Sep 2009
Gender: Male
Posts: 9,011
Location: 200 miles south of Little Rock
Their clasps surely do seem strong and firm, but they are not permanent.
Christianity is self-serving, and that is actually immoral. So, keep watching for moral people and "group" with any one or more you might find.
Yes, like an alien ...
... with enough sense to not integrate.
Not really, it just seems that way.
Gathering together ourselves is a third option.
Circumstances placed us there, but our own ego, fear, pride and/or ignorance are the only things actually keeping us there.
_________________
I began looking for someone like me when I was five ...
My search ended at 59 ... right here on WrongPlanet.
==================================
