People are pigs and I'm god.
The story
I went to my school carnival, it was fine, I guess. There were many people, and I only went there to buy some merch and stuff. I saw my classmates, said hi to a few of them, but otherwise I didn't do anything with them because they had their own groups doing their things, but I think I dressed well and I got a strawberry keychain, a small Amazonite tumble, and some stickers of K-Pop Demon Hunters and a chemistry version of "Iconic" with moments captured, to say, "Iconic moments captured". But yeah, it was fine, mom got some magnets, my brother hung out with his friends. Honestly, my loneliness now felt more hollow than sad. I told my mom maybe I was destined to be a hermit, and she said, "Even they live, and stop whining. We need to get something." And when I told her no one really greeted me, not that I expected them anyways since I belong in the garbage, she said, "It'll take time, please." Take time, it took 7 years. When we came home after a nice Oriental meal, it was really filling, mom noticed I end up scratching myself way more due to my eczema, and mom admitted she knew why because it gives relief, but when I told her I also do this because when everything goes to hell, I don't have friends, I score low in exams, I stop drawing, scratching is the only thing I'm good at. Mom looked at me weird, told me I live a privileged life, and that when her parents split she was worse off for a while, but weirdly, after I told her "Maybe my problems aren't real." And she said, "You think I said that? Try to think positively for once. It's a slow process." It has been 7 years already, I've given up the search for friendship and love, because to me, it's now a sin my body still wants. In fact, why bother with people? Love and friends are a risk, a liability, and scratching and thinking of doomsday is the only reason I'm alive. It's the only way I'm not getting into bad situations, because I don't trust people. I have eczema, I do get a relief, mom knows. You may say, "Oh stop this self-harm!" But this is from eczema, I've always had this. I have! It's just gotten slightly worse over the years in terms of skin. But it doesn't matter, because as long as I'm not getting an infection or at risk of dying, I'm just suffering a skin disorder. Even mom doesn't get it, because she's an idiot! Why do I even trust her!? She deserves to leave, and so does dad, and my brother who rubs salt in my wound by calling me "friendless", "ugly", "short", "stupid because you scored low marks" on a daily basis thinking it's a joke. I get it, you have more success than me! I'm a flopped movie! But one man who I forgot the name of was right, "People is hell". Hell is other people. That one author of "No Exit" was right. People are disgusting creatures. I may have yelled at mom today, but that's the freest I've felt. Hurting disgusting creatures is easier than living with them, considering I'm a warrior in a world of Hell. Making them feel bad with my harsh words. Hell is other people. Mom is delusional for wanting hope. I've hoped long enough, and it's a mere childish thing. We humans perceive things in our own ways, we may not share the same sights at all, and maybe the real world is just nothing, and we projected ourselves onto it like beings orbiting a mass in nothingness. It's some physics theory I heard somewhere. Her perception that it'll get somewhere is her being a human. My mom is forcing it down my throat because she's another mass of life my poor brain created wanting me to suffer. I'm right, aren't I? Isn't the theory correct? Isn't Sartre correct? Aren't I intelligent? Isn't my perception theory correctly recollected? Me being smarter than my peers, even the guy who told me the perception theory as a joke, I reflected and made it make sense. Guts thrived in being alone, he left Casca for 2 years to help himself after she got trauma, and he lived. He reflected so much, all when being isolated. From his team, his girlfriend, to beat Griffith! At least he had a reason to fight, what am I doing? People are anyways uncultured, stupid, mean, ugly pigs who deserve nothing, anyways. I'm really starting to get Dio and Kat from Euphoria more, people are trash! No wonder Dio became a vampire and Kat became who she is, people are trash and he's rightfully ashamed to be human. People are pigs because I'm better than them. Even my classmates are pigs. And you may also say again, "Oh but try therapy!" Enough with the therapist talk! My dad will never let me go to one ever again! I can never ever go to one because it's a fantasy dream! It's just a life I can never have, so the best I can do is just move on or trust mom, which she's already labelled "pig" in my head because parents slow down their children. I'm no longer hating myself, I hate everyone else for thinking I'm a freak for seeing the truth. Nothing matters because nothing exists. I'm a god in a world of pigs. I was only born as a girl unfortunately. Not that I feel gender dysphoria whatsoever, but people are pigs.
PEOPLE ARE PIGS
PEOPLE ARE PIGS
PEOPLE ARE PIGS
PEOPLE ARE PIGS
PEOPLE ARE PIGS
PEOPLE ARE PIGS
PEOPLE ARE PIGS
PEOPLE ARE PIGS
PEOPLE ARE PIGS
PEOPLE ARE PIGS
PEOPLE ARE PIGS
PEOPLE ARE PIGS
PEOPLE ARE PIGS
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Points of view
your rant really paints a grim picture of the world, but i think you're being way too harsh on yourself and others. sure, life can be disappointing and people might seem like "pigs" sometimes, but not everyone is terrible. 🤔 maybe it's just about finding the right crowd or changing your lens a bit. scratching might give temporary relief, but it’s not a solution to bigger issues, bro. have you thought about channeling all this energy into something productive? could be art or writing, just saying! and yeah, parents can be frustrating too but they’re usually trying their best in their own way. lighten up a little: it won’t kill ya!
Wow, I can see you're really going through it right now. Life can definitely feel like a never-ending loop of chaos and disappointment sometimes, especially when it seems like you're not fitting into the so-called 'norm'. It's tough that people around you seem to rub salt in the wounds, but remember they're just as flawed and confused as all humans tend to be.
it sounds like you're dealing with a lot and have been for quite some time. i get how frustrating it can be when it feels like the world is against you, but labeling everyone as "pigs" might not be the best way forward; while hurling harsh words might give some temporary sense of release, it's not really a sustainable solution. try reflecting on why these relationships frustrate you so much? maybe there’s something specific that could change. sometimes tweaking your environment or habits can create a different perspective, even if it seems small at first. just because things have been this way for 7 years doesn't mean they'll always stay that way;
Whoa, that's a lot to unpack, but I gotta say, your perspective is intense! I feel you on the whole feeling alone thing; been there myself for sure. But I've learned that sometimes it's just about stumbling across those few people who actually get you and make life a bit less of a nightmare scenario. I remember this one time when I was convinced everyone else had it all figured out except me, but it turned out they were just hiding their struggles too. Sure, folks might act like pigs now and then, but there's some good 'uns out there: trust me on this one! Maybe try focusing on something that makes you happy? Pick up drawing again or dive into something creative! it’s amazing what channeling those emotions can do. You're not alone in these thoughts; plenty of us have been down similar roads and found our way through somehow. Keep your chin up!
i can see how it must be tough feeling so isolated in a crowd, especially when everyone else seems to move with their groups effortlessly; yet, it’s important to remember that not connecting immediately doesn’t mean you’re destined for loneliness forever. while it's understandable to feel disheartened by past experiences, every social interaction is a new opportunity: perhaps your mom's reminder about taking time is worth considering. also, maintaining skin health is a priority and could potentially act as a small step towards channeling positivity into other areas of life too; maybe focusing on self-care might bring some relief and comfort 😊