I feel like people have a lot of problems.

One of the major problems I've observed while exploring the world, from my new way of life—radical solitude, seeking the greatest possible economic and social independence, to the point where I construct my own reality, which delves into so many diverse realities that I can't possibly agree with the idea of ​​a single, monolithic reality, which I find extremely dangerous—is that many people live by trying to escape their problems quickly, instantaneously, as if their lives, their individual parts, were somehow waste or something like that. I've noticed that this is most prevalent in social problems, while the essential aspects, where there's less reflection, are the market products, where there's greater context. But in the social sphere, this is practically and completely abandoned.

I set out to follow basic principles of socialization, those established by professionals, but I encountered a world that thrives on the very things from which those principles—those mistakes—originated, and I was utterly stunned. Things I had already overcome, some people haven't; instead, to my surprise, they continue to delve into them, by any means necessary, without any restraint, digging deeper and deeper, leading me to wonder, "When, for God's sake, will these people hit rock bottom?" I'm frightened because the social aspect, the very atom of our composition that is society, isn't taken seriously. This is reflected, dramatically, in the lack of consequences for the results people seek within this, and I must say it, capitalism, which is clearly savage because it's about seizing control of the system, the very source from which all modus operandi arises. I'm stunned and don't know what to do, nor who to tell, because everyone is caught up in this situation. So, talking to them is just trying to express that they're mired in a kind of jelly, and since they deny it, they'll find any excuse to deny it. And given my persistence, they'll try to silence me.

My town, where I am, it must be admitted, is a town of silences, where dictatorships reign supreme. Personally, I find it hard not to see others as people who use civilization as a kind of camouflage, discreetly revealing their true situation—the situation they're not actually in—so that it's not obvious. It's all about carrying out a kind of colonization. Everyone is trying to colonize. I've encountered all sorts of monsters, but they're reserved for a certain cultural level, without considering that there are people, like me, who aren't interested in being confined there at all. I need to be civilized, and that's not something you simply are or act like; it's something you build through reflection on experience, which allows you to distance yourself from situations and then act through simplicity, which is precisely why it's complex. They're not opposites in any way; that's what being civilized is all about.

I'd like to express myself in a public forum, but I have a great fear of being lectured. I already tried it on a venting app, and everyone saw venting as a kind of structure one had to follow to express the situation. It's a bureaucratization, for God's sake, of feelings, of that way we conceive of them and that makes us feel expressed, relieved, for God's sake, and that's a fact that is described, again, for God's sake, not a protocol, and that's what many aspire to on the street. My boss aspired to that, and precisely because he didn't know those fundamental principles, that everything should be based on action, and not on provoking it, what led me to do was precisely to displace that force, so that it would be evident and I could denounce it. He hoped that at some point I would become careless due to stress, due to a proportional factor, when in fact that was always being recycled thanks to routines that allowed me to always be in contact with my experience. The factor he aspired to was based on fleeing from experience, something I didn't do; I saw it, I embraced it, I always had time for what I was doing, and that's precisely why trust was built in me, which isn't imposed or anything like that.

Many people don't understand this area because they initially base their modus operandi on a model of proportions, when everything stems from specific circumstances. This model of proportions, based on emotions, applies precisely to those who have remained within a group, and it is precisely this group that determines the existence of extremes, since the group is not about transcendence but about containment, and hence the phenomenon of proportion, due to a difference in normalities.

It's time we all started contributing, at the very least, hypotheses about life, in some way, sketching something out, whatever it may be. Personally, I don't know a single human being who remains stuck with it once they admit the matter is just a hypothesis. It seems to me that this tendency to remain stuck with it, and which, from what I've observed in many speeches, translates precisely into that imposition that leads to amplifying what happens to us, the facts. Many people still live in the desperate need to alter the course of events, by any means necessary, through all sorts of exploits, seeking at all costs to make everything according to their own standards; in other words, it's the very establishment of dictatorships. That's the spirit of my people, which rightly determines that it's not up to the task.

It pains me to make these criticisms, but I need to know who I stand with. I expected a population already under the protection of a constitutional apparatus from which to operate, rather than one that would be dominant behind the scenes. Understandably, my idealistic spirit is met with pity by everyone I know, since depending on it, according to them, is tantamount to accepting that someone could shatter me. Of course, they haven't hesitated to embrace this theory, which is undeniably useful and cyclical, in the sense that its application, through its versatility depending on the situation, does yield results. The constitutional apparatus of my people does not leave them defenseless in any way, but the people have not sought to influence its use according to the principles of nation-building; instead, it has served as a tool for camouflage. This is a topic I have already explored at length, so I don't want to delve further into it. I'm tired of encountering people who live nothing but exploiting appearances, seeking to solidify them in order to use them to their advantage, necessarily contributing to the impossibility of intimacy among those who make up the community. They contribute to a life lived on appearances, a permanent and highly praised theatrical performance, of course, making venturing out into the unknown for many a kind of suicide or a journey into a realm filled with monsters, like the sirens in their tragic form.

Many genuine relationships are being neglected. Survival is prioritized at all costs; in fact, that's what's encouraged: that everyone cope with what they already have, that those who can't cope are embraced, precisely keeping the individual from transcendence, submitting to it when it happens again, making justifications about frequency or things like that. Precisely preventing them from rising to the occasion. However, my question is: Who can I talk to about this in my social circle? No one. Everyone is focused on surviving the status quo, of course, because that's what they consider normal, and trying to do anything beyond that only brings them problems, thus limiting their own identity.

That's why some people are trapped in a living hell and can't escape. It had to be said, I had to say it.

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