“I would’ve taken gregor samsa on walks” is perhaps the single most concerning thing you have ever said, are you quite well, marsy?
how can I be „quite well“, when the person claiming to be his mother recoiled from her own son?
how, when he himself had loved them all unconditionally only to learn that it wasn’t a mutual love?
how, when he tried to hold on to his humanity but was stripped of it not by his bodily transformation but his family‘s inability to love someone that wasn’t economically useful?
do you understand how frustrating it is that he had carried them through THEIR debt despite the fact that he was THEIR child, he had taken responsibility for his family’s stability despite the fact that they - as his parents - were supposed to care for him and not the other way around and then when he ceased to be financially advantageous
they just had the nerve to adapt without him.
to even act as if they knew better all along. like they never even needed him to begin with!
so tell me, how the fuck am I supposed to be well when he died unloved, devoid of any humanity - NOT WITHIN HIMSELF BUT IN THE WAY HE WAS TREATED - and absolutely meaningless because he was never as integral to their survival as he had thought before.
they made him carry the responsibility of upholding their family‘s standard of living only to turn on him and wave it in his face that it had never been necessary, that they had always been capable of doing it themselves all along.
how could they? how dare they?
the only inhumane and monstrous beings in that book are his parents. (don’t ask me what I think about his sister!)
kafka, I demand reparations for the emotional anguish you have caused me.
