WHERE AM I?

How did you read this title?

Wondering which locale I’m in? What’s my location? A sense of confusion at my surroundings? All possible.

But no, that’s not my focus here.

We find ourselves always looking out – at other people, at other events, at others’ needs, how we’re seen by everyone else.

But where the fuck am I in all this? Who am I? What am I? What is my point? How do I interact in the world and what is my place in all this?

An authentic sense of self – even asking the question is a crime.

Individual will? Sacrilege!

I’m 44 and I’ve been talked over my entire life. It’s really, fucking annoying and the rage and disdain if I dare to speak, I currently have no friends because of it.

Reset, my own personal reset.

Ask yourself your place and be terrified by the answer.