Head in the Clouds

Is it just me?, life, Metaphors in Nature, This is Why I Don't Have Friends

Hours upon hours of fresh, local and international news plays constantly on television and radio everyday. Newspapers and magazines overload us with current affairs and celebrity life events. 

For many people, keeping up with the latest news across the globe is a daily duty. Watch some news channels with morning coffee, read the newspaper at lunch, pick up a magazine on the weekends – it’s normal and pretty much expected of all adults. 

And then there’s the people like me. The ones who are caught up in the irrelevant mysteries of the multiverse, the purpose of all life on the planet, and the new season of Doctor Who. The people who don’t have a clue what’s going on in the real world because there’s a multitude of science fiction left to discover before our final doom comes into play.

It’s important to know all species that exist in the Star Wars Extended Universe, all theories of space beyond the view of the most powerful telescope, and to finish every Halo novel that’s ever been published. 

‘Current affairs’ for people like us doesn’t include discussions on trade with China or tax reduction plans. No, for us, what needs to be discussed is the reunion of Captain Picard and the rest of The Next Generation Enterprise crew.

Shouldn’t I pay attention to what’s happening around me? Why? It’s not like I have the power to stop wars or elect political leaders myself. I can’t solve world hunger or fix the pollution crisis. Better people than me have tried. So I prefer to keep my head in the clouds. Life is too short to stress about things I could never hope to help. I dream of space travel and hanging out with alien species across galactic barriers, venturing below the surface of the ocean and discovering Atlantis.

What’s really going on? Who really ever knows the truth.

I’ll keep my head in the clouds. It’s where I belong.

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We Choose to Be Alone

Is it just me?, life, Poems, This is Why I Don't Have Friends

There’s safety in numbers, but comfort in being alone. Let us walk down the darkest alleys one by one, facing the shadows with no one to stand at our side. It doesn’t scare us because our entire lives have been filled with fighting demons without friends, without support or sanity. 

Alone is comfortable. Alone is safe. Alone is free of commitment. 

“You shouldn’t spend so much time alone.” Well, what do they know? They’ve never battled hounds of hell with their hands alone. No advice to follow, no pride to swallow. They had an army, we had the lonely souls hidden under our skin. Someone was always there to hold their hands, provide a shoulder to cry on, and an open heart. to share the pain. 

Of course, we wanted this at first. We wondered how much more tolerable our internal wars would have been with friends and teammates – even with just one friend, one teammate, one single set of eyes to tear up with in the darkest moments. Somewhere along the line, we stopped yearning for help. We accepted our fate to always be alone and embraced it. Would cried, we grieved, and then we picked ourselves up from the stone cold floor. We stood taller, stronger, smarter. All the more wise for our transgressions.

Never blame us for wanting to be alone, fight alone, and live entirely without contact with others. We were trained to face our fate. Conditioned to the cold silence of wondering through a vicious war with little life in our lungs. This is what they made us. This is who they told us we would always be. We survived and grew up in adversity.

We want to be alone. We feel safest when we peacefully pace around through an empty parade of stares and silence.

Don’t feel sorry for us. We choose to be alone.

person standing near lake

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