Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Alone

It is perhaps a cruel irony that the woods is the least safe place to be in. I'm well versed in survivalist skills. I could live quite comfortably in them almost indefinitely. But the monster forces me to retreat to cities, which are far less kind to someone of limited means. When I chose to live in the City before, I had hoped to rely on safety net programs that are supposedly all over. I wanted to believe that it was only temporary, and that I would come out the other side and go back to school.

I did not account for the level of discrimination I faced while seeking that kind of help. A black man without a job is not to be trusted-a genderfluid person is too sinful, a homeless woman of my color is obviously a whore. Aid was denied me again and again, but somehow in the City I never really felt alone.

From what I'm reading, there used to be a sense of community among those the monster chose for his prey. I   wish there still was, as I have never felt more alone. If I were actually planning on posting this, I would take this opportunity to plea for aid or companionship.

Instead, I simply have to realize I've lost the only thing I had left.

9 comments:

  1. Illogical.

    Inconstancy detected.

    One couldn't have been discriminated for all three of these things, only two of them can apply at a time.

    Clarify.

    HOW MANY OF YOU ARE THERE!

    How did I miss the others?

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    1. There is one of me. I'm not sure what you're talking about. And why are you talking like a computer?

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    2. Computers don't talk!

      STUPID cockroach. Talking computers. Silliness.

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    3. She just does that. Not that she ever notices it.

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    4. Notices what? QUIT BEING WEIRD AND FIND US ANOTHER FROG SLACKER!

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    5. What exactly do you mean by frog, dare I ask?

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    6. The little boxy keyboard screen things. THOSE!

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    7. A computer? The thing you're using to reply to me?

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    8. You can't hear me sighing, but I am.

      She keeps calling these little labtop things Frogs for some reason.

      She said something about code words and school network key logs. Gibberish.

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