177 – Choking on Humble Pie – 701 words

What’s the purpose of isolation?  The purpose of isolation is to retract from society’s faults.  No one is perfect, and neither is your idea of isolation.  Why is isolation not perfect?  Society’s faults stem from what an individual’s needs and wants to be content; happy even.  An individual’s wants and needs are irritating to the owner’s mind.  Society is supposed to alleviate irritation through groups of common ground.  Charity, local business outreach, and seasonal events advertise the existence of possible relief from isolation.  Ponder Wander is a group that is currently advertising the possibility of relief to those who pine to move on from rejection.  Isolation is an orgy of delusions and conspiracies.  To deny the past (the freedom to warehouse reality) keeps us married to the rejection that pays attention to our ego.  Rejection keeps coming back to you, whereas the true past has the freedom to warehouse reality.  I dug into my past truth, and I found flaws that paid attention to me 24/7.  Instant drama spikes the mind with countless-addictive-fruitless-endeavours.
 
Cue ‘The Mythology of the Muse.’  This self-discovery charts 7+ years of recovery from Psychosis.  What’s that?  Imagine a sleepless stampede of angry flaws, forcing you to bite down through bone without complaint; I embraced the craziness within me.  Flaws we can’t change and even debate whether thoughts alone are illegal is a plague of conscience.  That is the isolation I used to suffer, but I’ve graduated to a new level of isolation.  Accepting yourself entirely to know thoughts alone are never illegal.  Thoughts are never illegal.  If thoughts alone would become illegal, we would ALL be guilty of rejecting our conscience (when it benefits us).  Fallibility is implied with rejection.  Conscience is mostly isolated from ego because ego doesn’t need a conscience.  Ego is ego for a reason.  Ego is a selfish-coward and hypocrite.  Why?  There’s no conscience compatible to inform ego that its behaviour excludes other people’s can’ts and won’ts.  There is no capacity to empathize with yourself when you isolate from your plague of conscience.  That sparks the natural desire to be famous.  Why?  If you have no empathy for yourself, the substitute for empathy is sharing yourself (i.e., signing contracts).
 
Caring itself can be bloody awful.  Caring is not moral in that we statistically see ourselves as evil thinkers.  Caring cares BECAUSE you have no empathy.  No empathy is immoral.  No empathy for the self is justified by our loneliness.  Ponder Wander is a place where one can share the gate…to the grit which lines the path to our personal hell.  You cannot offend me.  I refuse to be weak by counselling the courageous counting just on my EGO to heal others.  At least I’m honest and self-aware enough to share this information freely.  I’m bipolar because I experienced psychosis on November 28th, 2014.  I don’t need rejection to define me anymore, I just want to make friends and share my past feelings of overcoming regret.  Stop your love for one-way emotional affairs.  There is no reciprocation, but…as I always say…what’s worse than a muse that doesn’t reciprocate your love, is the muse that lets you eat them.  Be grateful that God exists to define your faith.  The idea alone, is God.  I’m NOT an evangelist.  I give no fucks to your beliefs when you die.  Death sorts it out in the end.  When you finally die, watch your life drain from your body by choking on decades worth of humble pie.  That’s psychosis.
 
Die with a clean conscience.  Love alone is not moral; love’s desire to fool us justifies our unreasonable demands.  No one is perfect.  Agreed?  You need understanding from a group like Ponder Wander that lives to relieve isolated people from God’s sardonic humour.  I am a smart person, and I don’t want to be alone with my thoughts, I want to share myself in ways to prevent wasting your time on ungrateful muse that don’t give a fuck about you.  Muse just like the attention.  Your death is no consequence.  7+ years of experience writing non-academic philosophy.  You be the judge.  My name is John Ralph Tuccitto, but you can call me ‘Sardonic.’  I am a Sardonic Poet.  Google it.