Alone

I know from the looks in people's eyes that they cannot understand me.

PTSD

I see their faces, trying desperately, just to attach on to something that I'm saying.

Generalized Anxiety

I wonder, out loud, "Is there something wrong with me? With what I'm saying?"

OCD

And then, I heard someone say something.

Something that I was thinking.

"I thought that most people thought like me. And now I see that they're batshit crazy."

What happened to social graces?

Decorum?

If you don't have anything nice to say...

... don't say it at all...

... or pose it as a passive-aggressive stance in a blog.

I think people forgot.

I think they forgot that racism is bad.

That sexism is bad.

That rape, violence, murder...

... that they're all bad.

We have candidates saying that rape produces a gift.

We have people who think that being bossy is something that's okay.

People are going insane.

They're going crazy.

And we're watching the world as it burns.

Standing on the sideline...

... and hoping for the best.

We are the few.

We are alone.

Drill

My favorite scene in the movie, "Pi":



At first, I didn't understand it.