IT'S ALWAYS THE BLANKET

The world is a busy, brutal, and selfish place, and no one has spare time to offer you out of chivalry or even charity. If you want to survive it, take up something and it doesn't matter if you love it or not, because you sure as hell wouldn't want to suffer the cold chills that run through your spine when your mind starts counting down the number of people you can talk to at the moment. There is never a day that passes by where we don't question our motives, mottos, and the very momentum of our lives. People are more attached to brutality than ever before, because in this day and age, violence is the most supreme force, be it mental or physical.

People never ask you how you are out of genuineness, they do it out of the societal norms that have been preached for so long under this masked guidance called manners. When they do mean to ask how you are, Well, that's when you should truly understand that your life is fucked and it's now even visible to the naked eye. Nobody wants to go into solitary confinement or stay alone; it's one of the most common tortures mankind has devised to harm themselves, because the pain they inflict on themselves is inferior to the one they have to suffer as a result of the stupidity that people adapt to in the name of social life.

I have never come across someone who likes staying alone because they like staying alone. It's because they hate the opposite so much that the lesser evil has now seemed to become a better option and has less to lose. The stakes are always high when the topic is about a man or a woman and his or her cerebral activities because it's easier to figure out a facial expression than to understand the layers of thoughts and filters one puts on these raw thoughts so that he or she doesn't come across as offensive and bewildering. These are the things that make people uncomfortable and drive you to prefer solitude over anything else.

There is no optimism around this topic either. The negative energy around it is so dark that even optimism can't magically make a difference that can separate a certain dark taboo from looking as if it could be solved with a few words of encouragement. Encouragement only pulls you to the top of the shallow darkness, meaning it will never pull you out of the darkness itself but will keep teaching you the depths that you've dived into every time you get to the top. The journey back to the depths will feel terrible every single time because muscles might develop muscle memory and make things easier, but the spine can never get adjusted to the chills even if it tries its hardest.

Usually I conclude things at this point and wrap all of the information in a few simple and understandable words, but what I've talked about just now can't be fully explained even if I had a better vocabulary or more time. Loneliness is by choice and not of multiple ones. It is just a momentary instinct of choosing between a comfortable blanket to sleep on in the cold or a battlefield of senseless and never-ending interactions, and it's always the blanket.