Today I made the mistake of looking at the social media profiles of people I went to school with. With every single profile I visit, I feel like I'm looking at the exact same, professionally taken photos in a field showing off a pregnancy or engagement, usually to someone like a firefighter or a well-off businessman, and who seem to (quite frequently) be able to afford lavish vacations to tropical climates.
And I really, truly don't mean to shit on them for any of that, or to sound all like "not like the other girls" or whatever. My own issues with life have nothing to do with them. Maybe that's how my life would have been, too, had I been dealt a very different hand of cards... and to be honest, that scares me, too.
Just about (if not) every single aspect of the masses is unsettling to me and bums me out beyond belief, one of the reasons being that it's yet another reminder that I don't belong here... but then again, if ALL OF THIS is what's "normal" and just how life is "supposed" to be, then I don't even want to be part of it, anyway. The societal expectations, trends and the cookie-cutter image of what it means to be a "normal" person, I find it all so insanely depressing: Go to college, get a job, pay taxes, get married, have kids, work for another 40 years or so, retire and then spend the rest of my time cutting coupons because of how much the system fucks over the elderly, the sick and the vulnerable, until I ultimately die a more "acceptable" death, most likely in a nursing home or hospital due to illness. It all just feels so insignificant and like one huge, glorified waste of time, and I've never really understood how people can just go along with all of this without even so much as acknowledging how fucking bizarre it is just to exist on this gigantic rock, spinning around and around in our solar system, surrounded by a universe that could go on forever for all we know... all the while "we're" focused on Kim Kardashian's ass and killing each other over whose imaginary friend is better. I don't understand any of this.
My whole life, I've been homesick for a place I could never identify, but in any case, I definitely don't think it's a place in this world – and God knows I've certainly tried to find it. When I was a kid, I used to tell myself that I was really just an alien from a faraway planet, who was sent here to observe – not even because I actually believed that to be true, but because by telling myself that, it made it a little easier to cope with everything.
The whole thing just makes me uneasy, and makes me feel almost like I'm drowning, but right as I'm about to slip into unconsciousness, I'm pulled up back to surface again. Rinse and repeat.
Being alive is so uncomfortable.