Yeah I know, you might be a little confused right now.
I have nobody to call and yet I go and buy a shiny new phone.
They even say that it is a smart phone.
My phone is smart! Yay.
The thing is, I do have two friends.
Two numbers in my phone.
They don’t know each other.
They are both men, like me.
Kind of outsiders, like me.
There are probably some friends that I haven’t met yet.
Then there are surely people who THINK they are friends with me.
There are also friends living far away but I am sick of having distant friends.
So yeah, I kind of lied about being friendless…
People often think they are much worse off than they really are.
People invent problems out of thin air.
Especially me.
I am the fucking problem.
I am also the solution to the problem called “me”.
Oh and of course there’s family.
Parents, siblings, pets, aunts, grandparents, uncles, cousins, etc.
But fuck them.
I mean sure, they are just human and probably trying their best.
You know, people are so fucking trapped in their own little cages.
They are so trapped that they don’t even know they are trapped.
They don’t even see the cage.
I am trapped.
I am in a cage.
But I can see the bars.
They are made of gold.
And worst of all,
I am the keeper of my own (golden) cage.
The prison guard of hell.
Forever on duty.
Freedom awaits.