I wrote the following when I first started to feel depressed in December 2009. Good God! Was it that long ago?
Looking back, I had no idea what was wrong with me. Now I know and I wish I’d realised sooner and done something about it! So here you are. An insight into my mind in December 2009…
I feel dark and terrified of myself sometimes. Nobody ‘gets’ me. I often feel an inconvenience, something to be swept away and brushed to one side. The Bluebottle in the Ear of Life, that’s me. I’m not looking for pity or sympathy. Why should I? All that’s said will be a fleeting, ‘Aw, mate. You’ll be okay, chin up.’ and then when I’m out of your sight you’ll have forgotten me and my problems that I reluctantly spill at your feet, knowing you didn’t really care. Then there will be those of you so full of pomposity you will be furious. What an idiot, who does he think he is, the attention seeking little twerp.
Now, had I been writing this aged 14 you could pass it off as the ridiculous adolescent ramblings of a by-product of the 21st Century. However, I am not adolescent; I am 27 in with all my faculties fully developed. But I am aware it is an annoying ramble. I’m sorry to inconvenience you. Stop reading. Unless you may actually care and have a moment to actually listen to me.
I live my life to try and do good things for people. I always help others, I work hard and often for free scarcely giving myself and my own well being a thought. And yet I am always beaten back down into the gutter by those who care only for themselves.
I now genuinely believe that there is no hope for the human race or our planet. There are so many people doing bad things without a second’s thought. The last century has produced a great tsunami of ignorant, arrogant, mean, two-faced and selfish creatures who call themselves humans. We are not human. We are monsters greedily concerned only with our own well being at whatever cost, even if it means throttling the planet. The only thing we have in common with humanity is that we’re human shaped.
When will they day come when we actually do run out of energy? When the last tree of the ancient Amazonian rainforests is cut down? The current society of monsters does not care about the tomorrow their kids face. “Why should I recycle? Why save energy when I’ll be dead when it all happens so, so what?” How awful we are.
Humans really are the cancer of this planet. We’re probably bound to destroy ourselves. I wonder what will emerge from the ashes of humanity. I hope nothing does. At least, nothing human shaped because will have an element inside it which is the eternal excuse for anything; “I’m only human.” or, “nobody’s perfect.” How arrogant! How false!
I hope I’m wrong. I hope I cheer up. I don’t enjoy being like this, it’s torture. If anyone tries to mention it I’ll be jovial and laugh you off and pretend I was having an off day. I probably am.
But there we are. I’ve run out of steam. I can’t think of a nice neat little ending, so I’ll sign off awkwardly instead.