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#30, August 9
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Solitude
Monologue
Go away!
Leave me alone!
No, you don't have to treat me like some freak who doesn't fit it.
I could fit in if I wanted to, but I don't.
You don't need to come sit with me. You don't need to walk up and tal to me, I'm fine.
Brace yourselves, because this may be wildly shocking.
I like being alone. I choose to me alone.
Not everyone thinks and acts just like you and needs to be incredibly popular to be happy.
"Popularity isn't everything?" you gasp. A startling revelation, I know, but true.
See these little boxes you've constructed to represent normality? Not everyone fits into them, some even choose not to.
Isn't that scary?
Isn't it?
Don't you find that frightening?
Yes, not everyone fits into your little cubes of reality.
The horror of the idea.
I do sometimes wonder how you imagbe crazed maniacs would fare in a different type of reality.
Ah yes, I can see it now. A totalitarian society run by the evil, evil communists. OO, AA.
A place where every citizen must wear the same space-aged silver jumpsuits.
A place where every building and structure is the same cube shape whose monotonous six-sided regularity i have assigned to your skewed perced of normality,
No freedom of expression, no variation, none of the precious individuality that you all claim to pursue as the shepard of pop culture herds you towards the abyss of conformity that you're already now plummeting into.
Maybe someday we can cut this whole process shorter, improve efficiency, by sustaining the human race with a parade of identical cookie-cutter clones who all share a single united hive mind. And as the clone armies bear down upon you, huddled in the ruins of the last refuge of the so-called individual, you'll curse my name and wish that you had had the good sense all those years ago to let me sit and think, to let all these rediculous fantasies play out in my own mind instead of being let loose upon the world and coming into reality. You'll wish you had been smart enough to just let me be me.
And- no, I don't need to go see the guidance councillor.
Just leave me alone!
