Press a button, swipe a screen and there you go. You've existed for a millisecond, poof!
If you've come across this very short blog post with a very long winded fancy title, you've wasted your time already, move on quick before you miss something! Back!!!
PS 11 people have 'wasted' their time so far.
It was my birthday and as usual, I got the obligatory from these two friends. I, however, didn't reply. Which I never ever do. I always reply.
I was testing weather or not these friends actually cared. Expecting some sort of follow up to see if I was ok, nothing happened. They just didn't bother. Sigh.
I know where I stand now. Time to make new connections with people who give a shit.
To justify your existence, let alone the basic respect given to others, you have to somehow prove you are human enough to deserve this privilege.
Prove to who?
Those who define what is 'human' and what is 'subhuman', a criteria of all human life on earth.
Who gave this power to this group of people? They did themselves. In the creation of you as subhuman, a whole system developed to convince everyone else to believe this was rational and justified. It's so ingrained in the mundane of everyday life, it's not even conscious.
But why do you need to prove you are human? So I can survive this world with some sort of dignity.
But why do I need to prove to these people, the same people who created the idea that some are less human than others, the same people who have dehumanised you and elevated themselves as the focal point of all humanity and progress?
Why do I need their approval? So I can become human?
If part of becoming this human is to dehumanise others, then I'd rather not become this 'human'.
Part of the power they have is you wanting to be this 'human' of their making. You would be theirs forever. A prime example of salvation from their invented 'subhuman'.
Funny, everything they define exists not in reality, but in the minds of everyone. We are just realising this.
I have no eyes. Therefore I have no soul. Therefore I have no heart. Therefore I must be dead. Or maybe inhuman. Or subhuman. Or a machine. People can't read me. Therefore I scare people. Boo!
