Seriously, what is it with people and their need to projectile vomit their opinions all over you? Like, I get it, you have thoughts. Congratulations. So does my cat, but she doesn't feel the need to yowl them at 3 a.m.
Why the need to scream them loud enough to shatter glass when a polite whisper would suffice? Are they afraid we won't hear them otherwise? Or do they just enjoy the sound of their own voice so much that they can't resist the urge to unleash a sonic boom of unsolicited advice?
And don't even get me started on strangers. Especially the ones who stare. The ones with the 'adoring' gaze. What is that? What do they see? Do they think I'm some kind of magical unicorn who shits rainbows and solves world hunger with my mere presence?
Because, newsflash: I'm not. I'm just a regular human being with a crippling fear of social interaction and a deep-seated desire to be left alone.
Honestly, sometimes I just want to scoop out their eyeballs with a melon baller, store them in a pickle jar, and watch them slowly rot until they become a breeding ground for flies. It's not a healthy impulse, I know. But it's a deeply satisfying one.
It's not that I want to hurt them, exactly. I just want to… reassign their ocular privileges. Maybe if they couldn't see, they'd finally understand the beauty of silence, the joy of anonymity, and the profound relief of not being subjected to the relentless scrutiny of the human gaze. Plus, bonus points for the flies!
Why the need to scream them loud enough to shatter glass when a polite whisper would suffice? Are they afraid we won't hear them otherwise? Or do they just enjoy the sound of their own voice so much that they can't resist the urge to unleash a sonic boom of unsolicited advice?
And don't even get me started on strangers. Especially the ones who stare. The ones with the 'adoring' gaze. What is that? What do they see? Do they think I'm some kind of magical unicorn who shits rainbows and solves world hunger with my mere presence?
Because, newsflash: I'm not. I'm just a regular human being with a crippling fear of social interaction and a deep-seated desire to be left alone.
Honestly, sometimes I just want to scoop out their eyeballs with a melon baller, store them in a pickle jar, and watch them slowly rot until they become a breeding ground for flies. It's not a healthy impulse, I know. But it's a deeply satisfying one.
It's not that I want to hurt them, exactly. I just want to… reassign their ocular privileges. Maybe if they couldn't see, they'd finally understand the beauty of silence, the joy of anonymity, and the profound relief of not being subjected to the relentless scrutiny of the human gaze. Plus, bonus points for the flies!
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I don't understand humans most of the time. Dont expect me to verbalize my understanding every again