Human Facsimile (Brain Droppings)

I want everyone to get along, but I can't stand being around more than four or five at a time. Everyone has a right to their own ideals, politics, etc., but I chastise and judge those who are backwards thinking. I want to converse, but get nervous when people respond to my messages.

I tell my son that he should be easier on himself, but bury myself in guilt when I react as a human being and get angry. I want attention, but I make those who love me doubt their affections.

I love and I hate.

I beckon and repulse.

As it turns out, I'm more human than I thought I was.



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