_Aliens (In lieu of therapy 5/X)

For you it was all take, take, take. And never give a single thing. Never give a single fuck.

A summer camp.

What have you really learned? Why did you come here in the first place?

I don’t feel like I belong anywhere in particular. We could look at this through an anthropological prysm even, and you would only see some traces of cultural rooting, both from “back home” and from here, too. I guess this is Back Home now anyways.

Of course you are free to do whatever the fuck you want, but I can’t help but despise the likes of you, always so right, always so ahead of everything yet beached in the most arcaic imaginery and cultural idioms of all.

Tell me anecdotes of what was like a weekend away for you, while I consolidate the certainty that moving here saved my fucking life. Perhaps not in the literal sense of it, but in a more abstract and obtuse manner – my future self (current, but at a different plane of reality) would have destroyed himself. I am sure I would have lacked even the most basic sense of self-awareness and possibly end up dead or in prison.

I observe that reality plane from my undoubtedly higher understanding of Life and the World now, and I can only sigh in relief. I am my best self, not one that is objectively better, but one that is able to actually understand HOW MUCH WORSE I would have been in every aspect, should I have stayed “back home”.

Yet here you are returning like if nothing had happened. Quite literally, Like If Nothing Had Happened.

I know you.

You suck.

_Metanoia (In lieu of therapy 4/X)

These are similar looks but the actual opposite.

In passing, sometimes frugal, other times held for an eternity. Static on the trains. Ecstatic. Making me want to be assimilated by the seats, making me want to be part of the fabric patterns that repeat effortlessly, endlessly, so easy to remember and yet, forget.

When I was a child, instead, it was the cringe and (most likely) disgust that attracted such looks. Fat, odd, creepy little child. Thinking ahead of you, anticipating every turn, in silence. Well ahead. Well fucked.

Today these are similar looks but the polar opposite.

The eyes wonder, who, how, where, what if, when.

SENT BY GOD TO TEST ME. NOW THAT THE CHANGE IS ON. NOW THAT I HACKED IT.

_Torturitak (In lieu of therapy 3/X)

I revisit and replay every scenario – both made up and real – and answer back in a vengeful routine meant to show them (all of them) what was what.

I am the only one hurt in the process.

Our ancestors would dream about hunting raids in order to prepare for the unspeakable – both made up and real – I dream to compensate for a childhood of silence and recollection.

Back then, the dreamt raids were helpful.

Today, they are just self-inflicted torture.

_TRUTH

Voy a cerrar el año en Castellano, con la cual quizá sea la frase que más cerca ha caído de la línea de flotación de mi estabilidad mental – al menos que pueda recordar:

A LA BUENA GENTE SE LA CONOCE EN QUE RESULTA MEJOR CUANDO SE LA CONOCE.

BERTOLT BRECHT

_Crawling

The sensation is coming back on a nightly basis now. It is louder and clearer than ever.

I have tried everything (OK, most things): not eating too late, gentle exercise, brutal exercise, no phones 2 hours before bed.

My brain bypasses such efforts effortlessly. Everything is low-key unfolding. In fact, everything is low-key: the anxiety, Sadness, guilt. These are not maniac episodes of despair, these are my new reality.

One gets used to the most extreme things with worrying casualness.

_Knock’em Stiff

What is your excuse?

It’s all too familiar.

Gratuitous failure is just the first step of complex entitlement.

And let me clarify the above. There’s so many talented people in this world. You have most likely gone through the spasmodic motions of School and possibly University too, with little to no effort. Nothing really got in your way. Your choices allowed for that comfort. It’s only natural that when presented with actual challenge, you crumble and quit.

The world moves too fast. The world is unfair. Unhealthy.

I do indeed apologise, but I refuse to see privilege where there’s in fact hustle. Do other factors play a part? Of course they do, but those were not the unequivocal causers of your failure, while they are a critical part of my success-in-progress.

I choose to embrace my limitations but at the same time, I am taking no hostages. I put everything in the line. I made it work. Self-loathing (to be honest, I know no other way) kept me in check.

I hacked it.

There’s no shortcuts for self-realisation.