I absolutely cannot imagine what it’s like to not choose your parents like 99.99999% of you. I cannot feel what it’s like to be linked to someone by the mighty Randomness of this Universe, to look like him.This feeling doesn’t exist for me.
I’m born through one of the most tragic freedom in this world, which is abandon your child forever. I am the result of a highly improbable fate that would have been impossible to achieve without people believing and people trusting each other, even if they are fundamentally different and wouldn’t share anything if I wasn’t here. I was in the middle of an amazing flow of respect and will to do good between opposites. Nothing too religious, just people making moral contracts that yeah, they’re going to make this work (guys, thanks again).
This made me very sensitive to randomness in life. I don’t like it. It reminds me of the start of my life. But this is how all of you started. You started by being randomly attached to two people by blood while I started by being attached with my consent to five people by moral contracts and paperwork.That’s quite different.
I can’t stop thinking that the way people are born allows societies to allow inconsistent behaviors and say it’s ok. Because I always feel more annoyed by these than anyone so far.
My whole life started badly but quickly went really consistent, like maybe too much. But it made me what I am now and I could have been a much worse person at so many stages…
The most inconsistent thing for me is how you people behave. And I have a hard time to know how to handle it, what to say knowing that my perspective comes from being born in a total chaos followed by an extreme consistency, comes through social barriers inexistent to me but ruling your world… It’s like I understand you very well while I don’t understand you at all at the same time, alternatively.
That makes me socially awkward, silent. Dreamy. Alone.
Exactly. Picture by Cris Dobbins