I knew I was ethereal when ppl were offended (!) upon realizing they were not the first nor only one to succeed in cheating, deceiving, betraying, demeaning, excluding, and objectifying me. As if their life could be won over mine. As if provoking me to hate & spite would justify them. It disgusts me to know that the more I nurture, the more ludicrous the opportunity to harm me becomes; just because I’m not the consequence u had hoped for.
U can strip ppl of their humanity but u cannot predict what they will become of it. I chose to become good so that I can strike with a clear conscience, if I choose to do so. I chose patience because I’m preoccupied & exhausted.
I strongly believe that ppl with nothing to lose are the most dangerous. Under scrutiny, I chose not to become formless but so multi-faceted that I’m almost unidentifiable. If u disrupt my reality, I will make urs weaken too. All is fair in warfare, right?
