An Unsuitable Animal [2]

Forced to wait in a line, with nothing to read, I enjoy the moment in a fun activity: trying to list the things I hate most. Here we go: (1) dissimulation, (2) bureaucracy, (3) demagoguery, (4) groups of people, (5) marketing, (6) expansiveness, (7) noise of human voices, (8) futile conversation… I list and have an idea. The smile is immediate. Again, I perceive myself as an unsuitable animal. I consider, perhaps, that my existence is an evolutionist enigma. I have countless contrary manifestations to the environment, so I risk my nature to be the portrait of maladjustment. In me, the intro and the extra are related in hostility, they repel each other without any possible conciliation. I deliberately refuse to integrate the medium, even if I fail and it unbearably persecutes me. I remember the words of Thoreau: “Wherever a man goes, men will pursue and paw him with their dirty institutions, and, if they can, constrain him to belong to their desperate odd-fellow society”. Oh, annoying life! Unbearable conventions! Stupid talk!… Goodbye, note, even you cause me anger.

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An Unsuitable Animal

Once every two years, I am forced by the Brazilian State to leave my home and go to a polling station. The State, authoritarian, forces me under the threat of complicating my life if I do not comply with the obligation I contracted without ever having signed a consent form. That is why, religiously, once every two years I am, on foot, going to a place I do not want, to face a long queue that displeases me and to type numbers that I do not like in an electronic ballot box. This is how I proceed from the age of majority. Well. Given the pretext, the joke: I noticed, in this 2020, that I have never voted for a candidate who has won, for any position, be it municipal or federal: I always choose who loses. I think and automatically the smile sprouts on my face. I rejoice every time I see evidence that I am not like other people. So I have further confirmation of what I already know: I am an unsuitable animal, I have no resemblance of ideas, temperament, or anything else to the people around me. And if the future of Brazil depends on me waking up on a Sunday, facing a queue and I have the right to choose (which, of course, I do not have, despite appearances), the country is chipped…

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It Is Amazing How the Need for Money Makes Existence Worse

It is amazing how the need for money makes existence worse. Forced, most take it for natural, but the truth is they are slaves without knowing it. Naturally, some do not share the same fate. And what weight they do not carry on their backs! Knowing one’s need for money leads to endless psychological torture. “For how long? When will I free myself?” And worse when neediness takes over the bulk of routine, which is the most common situation. Many do not understand, anesthetized. But living up to a contract, having obligations to honor, doing religiously what one would never do if he did not has to… is that, by any chance, life?

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Laughing at What Causes Anger…

I am delighted to note my disagreements with the language police, which, like the customs police, claim to be the lady of reason. I find it amusing and I am proud of my rebellion. I feel close to the crucified artists who have always aroused my admiration…

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