While stuck on this planet, until I move to the next galaxy, the beings here are very weird.
I'm often pressured to be in so many various categories. I have to remind myself I'm a lone passerby experience this reality momentarily while I wait for the next.
In doing so, I explain to Life's solicitors the following:
I am not part of the..
mob mentality, cynical collective, modern trend, emotional argument, recreational outrage, over zealous do-gooders, logical wizards, over achiever brigade, central planners, approachable persons, victims inc., spiritual community, corporate hysteria, outta touch personalities, snob entertainers, look at me individuals, principled to the core, over educated, extreme health nuts, noble, under cultured, under privileged, over privileged, popular group, free Masons, the Mason Family, winning team, binge watchers, anarchist club, socialist after school program, book club, chess team, gamers, Republicans for Jesus, vape store mailing list, frequent flyers, Islamic studies, go to friends, favourite person of the month club, football team, happy hour crew or any crowd that would have me.
I'm an individual who merely exists to experience this reality for a few decades.
The collective I am not.
Just a hopeful time traveler stuck at a terminal.
And enjoying the show.
