What do I have to offer the world?
I feel I have no place here. No Place. Out Cast.
Most humans I know seek to find a niche, a family, a click, a group, a subculture, a tribe, a group.
All I am is an outcast. I will never be anything else. I am cast out, rejected by and rejecting the society that I see as flawed, greed and fear based, sick with its' own gluttony.
I don't belong here.
I don't want any of this any more.
I drink more wine and listen to more Elliott Smith and try to figure out how to fulfill this destiny of mine, and none of these conventional options make any sense to me. I can't do this any more. My brain is scrambled, my mind is scattered, my body is foreign to me.
The only reasons I continue to wake up are my dog, this stupid survival instinct, and this strange whisper in my ear that tells me I have a greater purpose here. To open people's minds, even if they break open. To be a guide, a shaman to my people, the Outcast Tribe, every person who has ever been cast out.
But I don't know if I am strong enough to carry this Curse/Gift burden any longer.
I just want to go to sleep.
Back to unbecoming.