@shattered-sacrifice
“You don’t need to understand me, I don’t WANT you to understand me!”
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They were harsh words with no clear way of responding to them without sounding pushy. Or terribly invasive. They didn’t really leave room for alternative interpretation, clear cut and concise in expressing his wishes.
That didn’t really... help his cause much at all. It was in his nature to be of an inquisitive sort. To dissect those things he didn’t know to alleviate the strain of ignorance. Even after all that time, ignorance was still high up there on his list of fears. Never returning to normal had, of course, dominated that list for quite some time, but after a while, other things were able to penetrate the fog of those fears to add layers to other portions of his life.
That seemed an unbelievable thing.... that there should be anything else other than his journey to regain what had been lost.
None of that was very important at the moment. He always did that, got lost in tangents within the confines of his mind when he encountered something uncomfortable. When he didn’t want to address the real issue, whatever that happened to be.
What was the real issue?
He said he didn’t want to be understood.
And so....... he shouldn’t be understood?
No, that wasn’t right! Was he saying that because of fear? Was he directed into making the rash decision? Was it his right to make such assumptions.
Ugh. So confusing. For such a smart boy, he was rendered dumb on some occasions.
“What does it mean to be human?” It seemed a question formulated out of nothing, but... was it really?
Was he human? Whatever fear his company suffered, could he not see that he related to it on a primal level? It went beyond mere identity diffusion. How could an adequate response be formulated when no clear definition of the term "human" existed anywhere he could find?