My Pledge of Sentience
I have something to state. I would say that I have something to confess, but that would imply that I kept it secret. I would also simply say that I have something to share, but that, too, would carry implications that aren't true: namely, that I have the intention of sharing anything with you people — the voices in my head that represent those who know me and know of me, have heard my voice and read my words . . . Anyway, what I have to state is this: I am no part of anything.
And, swiftly, let me elaborate: I adhere to the staples or tenets of nothing that stretchs any further than outside my own head. Right, and to restate the same thing, but possibly in simpler terms — some people would just say "in other words" — I take no part in organisation, in any form.
I have a philosophical opposition to the idea of organisation. Basically, I am principally no member of any party of sorts . . . It's hard to define exactly how I approach society, seeing as to how I hold no regard or concern for social affairs.
I'm not trying to say I'm an introvert. Nor am I attempting to establish some sort of identity as an Anarchist, although I may very well be an Anarchist. As an Anarchist, I would not be a part of the group those who are considered Anarchists belong. In a way, I hold no loyalties . . . Take no pride in being a part of anything . . . Do not identify with anybody other than myself. I don't relate well, eh?
I pledge no allegiance to any flag. I am not a citizen of any nation, nor am I the supporter of any political party — I may vote Green, but I am not Green, myself. Everything is a temporary state of agreement between me and something else, and nothing more than that: transient, superfluous, and bound to pass. I am not a punk, nor was I ever really punk; however, I do listen to punk rock. I am not an otaku, even though I attend conventions and watch my fair share of anime. I am not a roleplayer, even though I run a roleplaying game and commonly indulge in the act of roleplaying. It sort of sounds strange to say, but all these things are true merely because I know that I base no obligatory or relational behaviour on these things that I do.
You play D&D? Fine, I still won't care to get to know you, based on that . . . You vote Green? Good for you, and I agree with that, but it does not affect my enthusiasm in being your friend. You, too, are a Christian? That's fine: I really doubt we would agree, even religiously or spiritually. My identity is my own and it is a hodge-podge, mish-mash of everything I have ever known and done, and it is not swayed by what others of partial agreement think.
I'm finding it hard to remember why I thought it necessary to write this, honestly, and I do write for this under the rule of thumb that everything written is done so in one sitting. So, if I stop now, this point will be lost to that vacuous space of nothingness where all my lost trains of thought wreck . . . But, I would not be doing what I have already done justice by not having a conclusion.
Conclusion: I am not a part of whatever you may belong. I am not your friend because you are my friend's friend, and I am not your friend because you are in the club I attend. You like what you like, and I like what I like, and I do not like you because you may like what I like. In fact, I may very well not like you if you like everything I like, or are friend to everybody I am, as well . . . Why? Because, I am quite insane, you know.
Adios.
And, swiftly, let me elaborate: I adhere to the staples or tenets of nothing that stretchs any further than outside my own head. Right, and to restate the same thing, but possibly in simpler terms — some people would just say "in other words" — I take no part in organisation, in any form.
I have a philosophical opposition to the idea of organisation. Basically, I am principally no member of any party of sorts . . . It's hard to define exactly how I approach society, seeing as to how I hold no regard or concern for social affairs.
I'm not trying to say I'm an introvert. Nor am I attempting to establish some sort of identity as an Anarchist, although I may very well be an Anarchist. As an Anarchist, I would not be a part of the group those who are considered Anarchists belong. In a way, I hold no loyalties . . . Take no pride in being a part of anything . . . Do not identify with anybody other than myself. I don't relate well, eh?
I pledge no allegiance to any flag. I am not a citizen of any nation, nor am I the supporter of any political party — I may vote Green, but I am not Green, myself. Everything is a temporary state of agreement between me and something else, and nothing more than that: transient, superfluous, and bound to pass. I am not a punk, nor was I ever really punk; however, I do listen to punk rock. I am not an otaku, even though I attend conventions and watch my fair share of anime. I am not a roleplayer, even though I run a roleplaying game and commonly indulge in the act of roleplaying. It sort of sounds strange to say, but all these things are true merely because I know that I base no obligatory or relational behaviour on these things that I do.
You play D&D? Fine, I still won't care to get to know you, based on that . . . You vote Green? Good for you, and I agree with that, but it does not affect my enthusiasm in being your friend. You, too, are a Christian? That's fine: I really doubt we would agree, even religiously or spiritually. My identity is my own and it is a hodge-podge, mish-mash of everything I have ever known and done, and it is not swayed by what others of partial agreement think.
I'm finding it hard to remember why I thought it necessary to write this, honestly, and I do write for this under the rule of thumb that everything written is done so in one sitting. So, if I stop now, this point will be lost to that vacuous space of nothingness where all my lost trains of thought wreck . . . But, I would not be doing what I have already done justice by not having a conclusion.
Conclusion: I am not a part of whatever you may belong. I am not your friend because you are my friend's friend, and I am not your friend because you are in the club I attend. You like what you like, and I like what I like, and I do not like you because you may like what I like. In fact, I may very well not like you if you like everything I like, or are friend to everybody I am, as well . . . Why? Because, I am quite insane, you know.
Adios.
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