You will never read this. And you will never understand what I mean by this. Because you’re not here.
You are elsewhere. A place that doesn’t really exist. A place where everything is inverted. Where you are considered a victim. And I’m considered lucky, privileged, unfairly advantaged. You’re not just biased. You’re wrong.
You don’t know what it means to be alone. In your mind you feel alone, but you don’t know what that word means. It’s not about semantics. It’s magnitude. Do you not notice how much you express yourself freely? Do you not notice the amount of support you receive from others? To you, that’s trivial. It’s not real support. And yet, to many other people, they wouldn’t even dream of receiving so much of it.
You don’t know what it feels like. You are elsewhere, chasing your own goals, minding your own business, unaware of many facets of reality. Would it be that difficult to be a bit humbler? To not be so harsh on those you declare your enemies? Your “oppressors”?
You’ve told me I’m the one who doesn’t understand. That I’m the one downplaying the suffering the others. That I’m so lucky, so privileged, that I’m blind to all of it. You’re projecting. Unlike you, I don’t tell a person straight to their face that their problems are invalid, that they are exaggerating. And unlike you, I don’t base my opinions on narratives, on philosophies, on reductive worldviews. I base them on direct experience. Let’s not pretend these two things are equivalent.
If you experienced even a fraction of what I’m feeling today, you would be shocked. You would be embarrassed. You would see how foolish your worldview is. “Oppression”? Give me a break. In your eyes, almost 50% of the population is your enemy.
What about my worldview? I’m only a human. I’m fallible, biased, just as anyone else. But I treat individuals as individuals. I don’t reduce them to their demographic. And even if my worldview, my perception is a bit distorted, I don’t shove it down everyone’s throat. I keep it to myself. I admit to myself my lived experiences are only a portion of what this reality contains. And because of that, I’m “biased” and “unaware”, according to you. Conversely, your lived experiences, you consider them universal. The books you read, the studies, the philosophy – the ideology, rather – you consider all of them as objectively true. And anyone who dares disagree with you, they are simply too “privileged” or “unaware” to understand.
You will never be here. You have lived your entire life elsewhere. A reality that mixes some truths with fiction. Narratives that are no longer relevant. No longer universal, at the very least. You ignore the concept of progress. You ignore how liberal modern society is. Because to people like you, it’s never enough. Nothing is ever enough. You actively seek out problems, “oppression”.
And the irony is you call yourself the compassionate one. The one who looks out for the underdogs of this world, and wants to lift them up. But really, look at the way you have treated me. You have gaslighted me. Strong word, I know. There is no other word to use here, however.
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You aren’t as good of a person as you think you are. You are gone now. I will never see you or hear from you ever again. In part, I find it tragic. I still have feelings… But at the same time, I know I would be upset if you were here. Because I know that, you have never been here to begin with. If you are elsewhere, so be it.
I’m here. I’m in the real world.
I hope I never meet anyone like yourself. And I certainly hope I will never develop feelings for that kind of person.