I have never felt like a member of the human race.
I feel apart from it. It is as if there were some gulf between me and everybody else.
But that is alright. That is more than OK. From what I have seen of the human race, you can keep it.
Hah, sorry, that was just foolish male braggadocio.
I feel like an alien amongst my own kind and while I may affect that I am not concerned, the truth is that I am really concerned. Part of this separation from everyone is due in part to my sexuality and not liking people to touch me. In turn people treat me like a chiocciola…well, like one they have no wish to go near.
Oh, and I guess the need for oblivion also estranges me too.
Nobody knows me. Even those closest to me are unaware of how I feel. To the public, I seem positive, jokey, surreal, full of life but in reality I am different. Don’t misunderstand me, all of the things I mention are part of who I am but what people see isn’t what I am.
Those that are close to me know a little about my pain, my loneliness and the way I feel but to a certain extent that isn’t the whole truth either.
Nobody can understand the depth of my loneliness or my despair or my estrangement from every living being on the planet.
I am alone on a planet of billions.