What is the use? No one listens to me! I look at them as they look at me. I ask them but they turn away. Something I might do if I were in their shoes. The like it when I tell them that they are beautiful. But they don’t allow me to indulge myself in that temporal fact. Some wait to kick me when I am down simply because they feel a little insecure. My simple presence is a threat. Yet, they don’t want me to go away. They want to play mother and control me with their lackadaisical inclinations. They all do! They tell me of their effect upon others of my kind. Denigration the punishment! The faux pas’s and alleged outrages like attraction to much younger more compliant versions of their kind. And yet, I am expected to love them solely and without deviation or complaint. Then they are happy. For the moment, Maybe?
And yet how does all this matter? Why should I connect and equivocate to convince myself that it is three o’clock and all is well? My kind have been humbled by our own kind. Too many young geniuses too clever for their own good! Making this world way too easy to live in so that expectation for ever more becomes a pastime. If some labor saving mechanism fails then we no longer hitch up a horse to go to town. We harness ourselves so as to replace it with something even more potentially useless. Water must be purified and cooled before you drink it! Food must not be left out at room temperature or it will spoil. We must make our domiciles surgical operation room level clean. This sort of chaos falls upon us lest we fall into the trap of being ourselves. Creatures who just want. Creatures that just grab. Creatures period! No explanations offered for spontaneous behaviors like momentary impulses implying procreation. No! We must have organization and stopgap measures! Alternatives in a drawer ever at the ready to plan all activity out to the nth degree beforehand! They like it that way. It’s safer!
The trouble is that there is no mystery. No excitement. They complain about it too! Complain, complain, complain! They complain even when they claim they are not complaining and put the blame on you. You didn’t! Though as mentioned so many words ago, you tried! But, they say, it was not the right time. It was not the right place. Something wasn’t right? You tried, but you didn’t succeed! The walls of Troy were safe. Too safe! You didn’t succeed and so they cannot forgive you. You are to blame! You are not playing the game fair. Strictly by their rules. You called them beautiful. But obviously by that lack of followup, you didn’t mean it! Traitor! Are you not just like all the rest of your kind? If one of your own kind acted like that they would be put away. At least, that is what used to be done. But now they have splintered off and become a power onto their own supposedly unique kind. Confusing, isn’t it? Not really! But like everything else, something of which you dare not speak aloud.