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The majority of you will read this excerpt and move on with your life. You won’t click the link because the provided message is enough for you to assume you think you know.

I am not for everyone. There have been so many great minds that sort through my madness. They land on their feet after drifting away and realize the qualms within my meticulous rhetoric and dictions are of acquired taste. They’ve found something within the lines of my cerebral cortex.

Typically, I do not allow anyone to make me stray off course. I’ve gone as far as blocking people and cutting off contact if they are a distraction, or attempting to steer me in the wrong direction.

I prefer the solitude. There is a uniqueness that develops from being alone – aside from my significant other and children. Chatter displays no context, and weighs me down. Others prefer to be listless and pretend their self inflicted wounds are healing, yet they bleed over everything.

But to bleed on me is not the directive I choose. I choose wisely, stepping aside and allowing those who commit themselves to empty envelopes of their daily addictions to attention, and name sakes (like knowing someone). No, I curl back inside of myself and stay this way. It isn’t stagnant. I’ve socialized enough.

I hope the breadth in which I’ve gone great lengths makes others understand that their chrysalis they’re trapped in hasn’t unveiled itself because they prefer the comfort of their games and lies – I derive no pleasure from petty human squabbles over politics, sexual orientation, or what someone said (or what you thought they said)

That I, in fact, prefer to stow myself away…so that you can behold me from a distance, at all times. even when you assume you’ve gotten close enough.

That is why we are not the same.