Peperonata

Oh damn... How did that humanoid singer put it? "Ci son cascato di nuovo … Oh sì sì…"
My brain exploded again. Ha-ha-ha, Sir JJ, do you think you're funny laughing in my face? Just because you find "strange" that my brain explodes and then I have to sh*t out the pieces and reattach them? ... ... ... Yes, it's funny, are you happy? … [Yes *U*]
You're such a child.

Anyway, you know what comes to my mind?

*looks up, with a strange, sad expression, not typical of him*

How pointless it is to categorize, to normalize. How can anyone think that something "normal" can exist? Who decides what is "normal"? What does the word "normal" even mean?
But even more so, how can anyone think that the "normal" thing is the right one?
It's a bit like when we talk about the concept of truth: who can say what is "true"? Subjectivity and personal logic play a fundamental role in the concept of truth. Look at the different religions, each brings its own concept of "truth," but who is right? Who tells the real truth?
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What, JJ? Sorry, I didn't quite catch that. In your opinion, truth doesn't exist? Sorry, but I still need to expel an ear hehehe.

Anyway, I agree with you. I think freedom is the most beautiful and profound expression of human beings. Its forms are varied and numerous, and humans are worthy of experiencing the ones they want, the ones their own Will freely chooses to pursue.
Thanks to life's experiences, everyone forms their own concept of truth, the one they've freely constructed. The one that makes feel good and live serenely, without being destructive to others and to himselves. Simply living what you truly want to Be.

Unfortunately, in the human world, freedom is not well-regarded. When you think freely and live as your soul advises you to do, you are seen as different, not normal. With all the consequences that come with it, on a personal and social level. You can't be part of the group if you're different, you deserve to be marginalized and ridiculed, to be lonely and sad.
You surely must have wondered why this behavior exists, and you might have even given yourself some answers; but let me ask you, Sir JJ, have you ever wondered why this thought exists? Where does the epistemic thought that someone to be ridiculed is definitely "different" come from? Who decided and said that those characteristics make a person "different"? And why is all internalized by people as "absolute truth"?
Behavior is simply the physical expression of what is thought, a logical and linear consequence. Analyzing the behavior and not the thinking matter is like treating a symptom and not the disease. Sooner or later, the symptom will return. Have you seen racism? And homophobia?

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Hi everyone, sorry for the interruption, I'm Sir JJ. Moldy just went out for a moment to wash his face, he had just burst into tears... I hugged him, I didn't know why he was crying. He whispered in my ear that he had suffered various acts of discrimination and aggression for his personal characteristics and for what he likes, especially up until the school period, shortly before we met...
I didn't know that, we are friends by long time, we always joke around with each other, it's our way of showing our affection. Only he can say those words to me, I know he's joking. He's shown over the years to be more than a friend, a brother I can always count on.
I really don't know what to say, no human being deserves to suffer, we all deserve to build our serenity day by day.
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Oh, here he comes. What? You have more to say?

 

Thanks, JJ, sorry everyone for this inconvenience, I'm sorry but I couldn't hold back.

My world works exactly like yours. I was also talking about my experience earlier, that's why the emotion overwhelmed me.

I asked Sir JJ to give you a preview of this experience because there's something I wanted to say, and time is running out: what I went through made me suffer, it made me feel bad, I was beaten and harassed just because I wasn't like the others, without the others understanding that the concept of "others" was unknown to anyone, not even to those imposing this concept.
But, in a clear mind, it's easy for me to understand how life's obstacles have made me the person I am. And I like the person I am. I've built myself day by day, with commitment and dedication, trying to be what I thought was right to be. And now I'm here, laughing at what used to make me cry.
That's why those who know me deeply now, like JJ, are surprised by this.

Now I am free.
Now I am Me.

 

It's just that I digest suffering poorly. It's like eating peperonata for breakfast. And for lunch? Dead rats?