Post by res1 on Jul 16, 2020 22:00:34 GMT -5
I sit in a chair, looking at my nails, across a table from a man in a black shirt.
"Thank you for agreeing to meet with me today."
"I slept for like four days, what happened?"
"We've got a lot to discuss."
"My name is Lee, I know very little about you."
"Can you tell me your name?"
“I'm not going to tell you. You’re just like all the rest, dad, or Lee was it?”
“You can’t be physically harmed in any way, correct?”
“Ding ding ding! That’s your one correct statement about me so far.”
“I was very young when I realized I'm invincible, a term that I use loosely because I'm hoping I can still die."
“You don't know it but I'm not a good person, plain and simple."
"I don't feel any accountability for my actions."
"Do you believe any environmental factors could have contributed to this ability?"
"Yeah it's very, very unlikely. Though if they did it would be very hard to pin down. I experienced so much. I ran away from home when I was twelve. It's a shame you only know me for my inability to be harmed. You have no idea what you're dealing with, dad."
"Would you say your family caused those events to happen?"
“OH good one, that almost made sense. I give you another point for that one, dad.”
“To answer your question, I actually do think my family contributed to all that. Yes.”
“You left from home at an early age, any specific reasons?”
“Nah, I wouldn't say there are specific reasons why I left.”
“Thank you.”
"Considering these is a difference from most people, would you say you feel a separation from the rest of humanity?"
"Okaaaay, you want to dig deep now. I find that question weird considering when you have no idea how different I am from the rest of you but let's consider this. It seems to be an important question. I'm a man, sure but I'm essentially invincible. I’m still just a man, I got flaws like anyone else. If I felt any kind of connection with the rest of humanity, I wouldn’t treat them the way I do but I’m ultimately alone. Everything I do, good or bad, is only to make life easier for me and it’s a hard, lonely life, dad. I never had a real human connection. Not even sure if I would recognize it if I did have it. Beyond that, everything that makes up your existence is foreign to me. I never worked a day in my life, I don’t know what love is, I don’t fear death. In fact, I say I’m looking forward to the day I finally find a way to kill myself. My moral compass is nonexistent. So yes, I would say I’m very separate from the rest of humanity. I’m not sure if I would call myself human at all.”
“That’s interesting, I’ll make a note of that. I appreciate your honesty.”
Lee writes in the journal as I lean back in my chair and fold my hands.
"Just go to your room, get some sleep because tomorrow we’ve got a lot of work to get done, and not a lot of time to do it."
“Hahahahahahaha!”
I get up and walk out the room, I enters my room and stops to look at a man in my mirror.
"There is something about causing chaos, death, and destruction that soothes a lonely soul. Through it all you will watch, won’t you? I hope you don’t abandon me. I mean that’s the point isn’t it? The only ones who are guaranteed to be with you when the real world fails you at every turn are your imaginary friends. Watching your life unveil as if on TV, and what a show it will be. Grab some popcorn, sit back and watch.”
"Thank you for agreeing to meet with me today."
"I slept for like four days, what happened?"
"We've got a lot to discuss."
"My name is Lee, I know very little about you."
"Can you tell me your name?"
“I'm not going to tell you. You’re just like all the rest, dad, or Lee was it?”
“You can’t be physically harmed in any way, correct?”
“Ding ding ding! That’s your one correct statement about me so far.”
“I was very young when I realized I'm invincible, a term that I use loosely because I'm hoping I can still die."
“You don't know it but I'm not a good person, plain and simple."
"I don't feel any accountability for my actions."
"Do you believe any environmental factors could have contributed to this ability?"
"Yeah it's very, very unlikely. Though if they did it would be very hard to pin down. I experienced so much. I ran away from home when I was twelve. It's a shame you only know me for my inability to be harmed. You have no idea what you're dealing with, dad."
"Would you say your family caused those events to happen?"
“OH good one, that almost made sense. I give you another point for that one, dad.”
“To answer your question, I actually do think my family contributed to all that. Yes.”
“You left from home at an early age, any specific reasons?”
“Nah, I wouldn't say there are specific reasons why I left.”
“Thank you.”
"Considering these is a difference from most people, would you say you feel a separation from the rest of humanity?"
"Okaaaay, you want to dig deep now. I find that question weird considering when you have no idea how different I am from the rest of you but let's consider this. It seems to be an important question. I'm a man, sure but I'm essentially invincible. I’m still just a man, I got flaws like anyone else. If I felt any kind of connection with the rest of humanity, I wouldn’t treat them the way I do but I’m ultimately alone. Everything I do, good or bad, is only to make life easier for me and it’s a hard, lonely life, dad. I never had a real human connection. Not even sure if I would recognize it if I did have it. Beyond that, everything that makes up your existence is foreign to me. I never worked a day in my life, I don’t know what love is, I don’t fear death. In fact, I say I’m looking forward to the day I finally find a way to kill myself. My moral compass is nonexistent. So yes, I would say I’m very separate from the rest of humanity. I’m not sure if I would call myself human at all.”
“That’s interesting, I’ll make a note of that. I appreciate your honesty.”
Lee writes in the journal as I lean back in my chair and fold my hands.
Heroism is the first and foremost a reflex of the terror of death.
The Resurrected One's problems are exacerbated in that he has failed to discover an individualized solution to fill the void and so The Resurrected One experiences depression, anxiety, self hate.
The Resurrected One consoles himself by blaming someone or something, anything for his inability to taste the heroism that could validate his degraded self. The Resurrected One convinces himself he has been kicked to the curb by family or peers.
"Just go to your room, get some sleep because tomorrow we’ve got a lot of work to get done, and not a lot of time to do it."
“Hahahahahahaha!”
I get up and walk out the room, I enters my room and stops to look at a man in my mirror.
"There is something about causing chaos, death, and destruction that soothes a lonely soul. Through it all you will watch, won’t you? I hope you don’t abandon me. I mean that’s the point isn’t it? The only ones who are guaranteed to be with you when the real world fails you at every turn are your imaginary friends. Watching your life unveil as if on TV, and what a show it will be. Grab some popcorn, sit back and watch.”