anxiety, crazy, depression, health, life, love, mental health, mind, psychology

I am a Human Being

a human being

 

 – Is anything bothering you? – a psychiatrist was looking through her medical records with no attempt to make eye-contact.

She sighed deeply and glanced up at the ceiling.  She was a human being, and it bothered her profusely, giving her more pain than a wooden splinter stuck under the nail and impossible to remove.

Humans disgusted her; deceitful, greedy, and cruel, they had no sense of purpose or direction. They ate and drank excessively, spoke loudly, and procreated absurdly, exhausting natural resources and not caring much about anyone and anything else on this planet.

Humans’ expanded sense of self-worth was destructive to everything; during the first part of their life, they cultivated their self-importance,  then they did everything unreasonable to protect the formed ego from the pain of clashing it with the reality. Humans could annihilate themselves and others just to defend crazy principles that their minds had previously created.

Humans loved socializing, picking up rumors from each other and spreading panic and chaos to their communities; they called their loss of common sense – undisputed truths and brainwashed themselves through daily news and social media.

Humans created pandemonium, blaming each other for the mess that had been blown out of proportion.

The day she realized she was a human being was a true shocker. She kept nervously pacing the floor refusing to believe that she was like billions of others on this planet. She belonged to the race of psychos that mercilessly destroyed themselves and others thinking that they had the right to be in charge of other species on the Earth.

She was one of those who thought that they were superior, and that they knew how to control the environment and themselves.

She wished she were someone else: a stone, a tree, a cat … but not a totally f*cked up in the head; she wished she could lose her human form and disappear; alas, she was still a human being.

 – So, is anything bothering you? – a psychiatrist repeated the question still not looking up from his notes.

  – No, nothing, – she lied, lying was a part of being human, a very beneficial part at times.

She walked out of the doctor’s office with the requested release to return to work. The fact that she was a human being still bothered her; but she knew that nothing could be done about it, and she should accept the human insanity as a part of her existence on this planet.

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