The Protagonist Is A Corrupted Entity Incapable Of Social Interaction

The wind felt troubled today. I looked above at the skies and the atmosphere around establishes a sorrowful mood. Hands held high, and spinning around, rejoicing to the unhappy wind, I closed my eyes. And then the noise started. It’s all around me. Chattering, laughing, gossiping. Dreading every moment that comes forth, I walked with my head down, carefully avoiding every single person that is part of this unfortunate, sad surrounding.

Mondays sure are rough.

Recluse. The correct word to use while describing who I essentially am is Recluse. Misanthrope? No, I’m not a Misanthrope, not really, I do respect a few people; but then, I do hate a lot of people; Quasi-Misanthrope, yes. I have a rotten personality. And the extent to which my personality is rotten is also represented by my physical appearance, as well. So, kudos to my genes. I’d hate to appear as someone I’m not. My dark circles make my otherwise full, brown eyes look like they’re drowning like a fish in its own water.

And so, you may ask: why does this little brat hate everything so much?

Clarification:

I don’t hate everything. I hate most aspects associated with life, correct. As of now, what I hate the most is the whole concept of Youth.

Youth is a hoax.

Youth is a lie.

It’s a worthless pact amongst worthless cretins. And I, I don’t want any part of it. I’m instantly gratified with having no friends. I would rather embrace my youth alone.

Those who live their youth up, those who eulogise their youth aren’t being true to themselves. They are the biggest liars of all time. They put on a phlegmatic aura, and socialise till the day they die. They mint memories, like currency. Inside, though, they know that their currency will be devalued at an exponential rate, until one day, when it is worth nothing. They trade their futures for a decent present, decent enough for them to have friends. Decent enough for them to deceive others, as well as themselves.

There is no beauty in changing of the seasons. There are scientific reasons and explanations. I consider stupidity treason of the human mind. We are supposed to be one of a kind, but our evolution is in decline. We look for things that are impossible to find.

Rousseau had it all figured out. His social contract theory is the closest to the real answer. It’s true that we live in societies, but why we do so is because we are all selfish mutts and nothing more or less.

“Man is born free, but he is everywhere in chains.” Let me explain. Modern states don’t promote, but repress the physical freedom that is one’s birthright. There is a pact formed, in society: a social contract, agreed upon by all, for their mutual preservation. This pact is often unsaid, yet, never fails to be perhaps the most binding agreement existing in today’s day and age.