Isn't it normal that reality is terrible?
Everyone's seeing it, everyone knows it, and despite being in denial, they know something went horribly wrong (thus their version of reality is a wonderful place, don't kid yourself, someone's in conflict with this fantasy). Reality is violent, angry, disappointing, a joke of a moment of anger, an embarrassment of riches where it forces the weaker ones to be very close to a bully's face, despite pain, and some time to use a wooden plank with violence. Yes, reality makes the soft ones more violent, exactly all over the world (yes, Australia too), including the fact that dogs will bite you for their good country, they don't care. Reality is scary, and I have the bravery, the courage, the fortitude, to almost never run to my friend's or my room, but to once again be very close to a bully (it's in the dictionary!), and the reality is words are just words, every time I act, there's trouble (all of it during my genius) and I'm starting to have second thoughts on genius, should I change or should I stand up for things that get me knocked out, like Jesus did? What a terrible reality it is to be Jesus, and what a piece of shit it is for me to just exist, until I drop the genius, think about it, every time I had people retalliating against my good, retalliating against my education in morals, even retalliating against following all the rules, it's not the rules, it's the genius, that's the reality. The genius did it, it was never the moral code, everyone else can follow the same code and it works, not for the genius. People will do anything to resist this, they'll deny I'm a genius, they'll insult me, they'll hit me, they'll push their morals on me, they'll think I've done the wrong thing. I never did the wrong thing, I'm just a genius and that's what's causing it. Welcome to reality, it reserves a special, unfortunate treatment for one kind of person, depending on what they do, then they'll find something else terrible to do to them, I've always been the hero, and people only want me, well I'm getting my revenge, I'll find one person to pick a misfortune on, and only want them, it's already done, and it felt just as terrible to Micheal as it does to me. He doesn't like enemies to only want him, and nobody likes this kind of treatment unique only to them, even Superman never liked it. But the reality is you get treated like Superman, so who's right in the game? The hero, or the evil doer? The evil ones are right, because being good is a good target, and being genius is a good target. How does it feel to exist and everything is trying to kill your genius, or you, no matter what you do, until you stop being a genius? If genius is so good why does it kill you with everything you do? How I hate mankind so much, sorry this is long, but it's strange and macabre isn't it? There's even very pained patients in the hospital, mentally and physically, and the doctors are saving lives, and the doctors are proud that it happens (it's about money!), so then, the forces of evil really exist, it's in Australia, and its name is Robbie, or Micheal, the two are an embarrassment to the country, because they're violent, you think Australia is a good country? It has violent criminals, pigs, mean people, and those sexually-harrassing men. And I feel I need to do myself a favour and maybe, just maybe, never be a genius again, yet I'm afraid of not accepting myself the way I am, afraid to change, is that normal?