This is going to make me sound like the crazed anarchist popular culture so often depicts:
I hate blind societal appeasement. It’s dangerous, soul-sucking, and just flat out depressing.
I was not made to conform and follow the unchanging path paved by society throughout the many generations of human civilization.
Never was. It’s not only a phase I’m going through right now, or a recent change in mindset.
No, I’ve always been this way.
I was referenced to as the “runaway kid” by a very close family member, and he’s 100% right.
“Zaid, who used to climb literal gates to run away, is now in his adult life climbing imaginary gates to run away.”
I was expelled from high school for being different.
Yuck, I absolutely hated high school- it was the worst kind of prison, and cemented my disdain for the kind of authority I was running against. There was teacher favoritism, some excruciatingly stupid rules, silly hierarchy, ageism, and worst of all: I was surrounded by societally complaint airheads.
There was a lot that I disagreed with, but my objections were twisted by those in authority.
Oh, by the way, I equally hated mostly everything I remember of middle school, elementary school, and kindergarten. I’d cling to a tree and passionately cry in the morning, begging my mother to not send me off.
I wish I was never forced into that horrible system- I always felt like a fish out of water.
I was fully cognizant at a young age that the school system was no environment for someone like me to be in.
In my adult life, too, I’ve been stuck in environments that drain my energy and prevent the true expression of my personality.
Like the corporate world, which I’m still unfortunately a part of. But how would I get out? Society has it made it tremendously difficult to stray.
I need to find a way out.
What if I don’t accept the ‘norms?’ How would a non-conformist like myself make it amongst all the motorized people?
Little do they know that from my perspective, they are malfunctioned machines.
But who cares about my perspective? From theirs, they are well-primed and perfectly functioning and unique machines (although some don’t even admit that they’re programed).
In truth, we’re all motorized machines in one way or another. Creations.