Where do I fit in?

I am not a people’s person. This is because people have made fun of my person from the moment I started becoming a different person.

“I keep it real”, says people.

“But what is real?”, I ask myself.

Who defines the boundaries of who we can be or how far we are allowed to wander beyond the wall of standards , standards we consent to by silence though silence is not consent?

People operate best through categorizing their experiences. It’s how the brain works. We’re slaves to it. We have no say.But The problem isn’t with the brain’s proficiency, it is with people’s dependency on the brain’s proficiency. The way we rely on our phones to process the world without our personal analysis, we allow the brain to judge what is right or wrong without critical input.

So, people who dedicate themselves to a street mentality gives authority to a set of principles. Anything existing beyond these walls, their fort of understanding, means danger. The brain created two responses for danger: fight or flight. People are taught not to run where I grew up. The brain has categorized running as cowardice, not the body deciding the best answer of two choices.

I chose to run. I tried to recruit people I thought deserved a better choice ,but some people aren’t strong enough to break out of computed outcomes. The fear of disobeying master’s rules reminds them of how the glitch tore the last run-away’s spirit into an ostracized pulp. The safety of the familiar soothed their anxiety.

I , on the other hand, found a home where wild horses graze. I never attempted to saddle  them; that is categorized as slavery. We run and graze together. And every time we gallop pass people,people point and laugh their unchecked-categorizing-brain’s off.

BY Darrion Benson M16943