Friday, October 16, 2015

                                        

            It was a lonely night, which wasn’t uncommon for me. It has almost became routine for me to not talk to anyone for weeks, sometimes not even a smile will pass me by. It’s hard for people to understand strange, weird, or even different. People don’t like change, they don’t like to see other people that are strange to them. Humans enjoy being around other similar, like-minded people.
            Sadly, I was that strange, weird, and different person that nobody wanted to be associated with. I talked different, I walked different, and I even looked different. I wanted to have friends, but they certainly did not want me. The last time I had a conversation with another human was when I bought a meal from the local food supply, the lady told me that she was once like me but had changed herself to fit in to society because the loneliness became unbearable. We did not converse much after she said this.
            I started to think about this day more and more, as the days grew longer and longer. I began to see myself fading into nothing, my life has become without purpose, and I had no one to talk to about what was going on. All I ever wanted was just one friend, that wouldn’t care how I talked, walked, or looked. But that friend never came, and the torture of the waking up was beginning to be too much for me to handle on my own.
            I often dreamt of being “ normal “ or just fitting in, I had made it so important to me to be normal, that one day I decided to visit that lady at the store one more time. We talked for several hours about our lives, and she told me where I could go to become normal, a place called Fabricated Life. Before I left she also warned me, she said that I may regret my decision. At this point there was no holding me back, I must know what it feels like to fit in, be normal!
            The next day when I awoke I began the 6 mile walk to Fabricated Life. The walk was very lonely and for some reason I almost decided not to go. When I got there they told me that this process would take one hour and afterwards I would be completely normal, but this change was not reversible. I quickly signed the wavers and hopped into their machine that reminded me of an old shower stall.

All I remember after this is walking out of the place, I didn’t feel much different, but for the first time in my life, somebody smiled at me as I walking home. For the first time I didn’t feel completely alone. I went home and looked in the mirror to see that I looked like a completely different person, a “normal” person. I began doing “normal” things, actually talking to people and attending events, which don’t get me wrong took a long time to get use too. But one night after having dinner with a beautiful Norwegian lady named Aviana. I realized that I had made the biggest mistake of my life. I wasn’t myself, I had become what society wanted me to be. The people that I was talking to, the people that I liked and liked me. Weren’t actually talking to me, they were talking to a fake portrait of who I wished I was. They did not accept me for me, they accepted the fake image I had created of myself. I no longer wanted to fit in, I no longer wanted to be normal, I just wanted to be me. And Whoever loves me for me, that’s who I will be with, that’s who I will surround myself with. And that’s some real shit homie. 

1 comment:

  1. Your story captures something most of us feel, the need to feel like we belong, like we are noticed, like we are cherished just the way we are. It breaks my heart to think of how many people out there who, like the character in your piece, never get to know that feeling. I would guess that all of us at one time or another have lived some version of Fabricated Life, if even just for an hour at a party where we try to fit in or for years at a time...

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