The Outsider Within/ El Extraño Desde Dentro- 2

You are not one of them. You have misunderstood an unwritten, unspoken law and are being relegated to your proper place, reminded that you don’t have the right to defend what’s not yours, nor will eveer be totally ‘One of theirs’.
The membrane is woven by the herd instinct. It protects everyone that belongs to the herd by birth or because they have been assimilated to it. There are no rules on why some people ‘belong’ and others don’t, in spite of theoretically being more similar.
The membrane isolates potentially different individuals because differences are perceived as dangerous. It is transparent enough that everyone can pretend it doesn’t exist. Its existence is denied vehemently if the outsider even dares to hint at it. They will be gaslighted into thinking they are losing their capacity to think logically.
‘But HOW can you say that? You have been treated the same as everyone! I can’t believe you’d be so arrogant/ insensitive to think that… It’s you that isolates yourself! You always want to have it your way! Why don’t you try asking people if they want help instead of barging in and doing those weird things you do?’
So all your prudence and good will have amounted to nothing. All your efforts to adapt were meaningless.
Why?
Because the Herd only wants what it knows and you are unknown to them, alien and foreign. They love their miseries, adore their shortcomings and thrive in the midst of their chaos.
Because you, The Outsider, are the proverbial rose in the dung heap, the flamingo in the chicken coop, the green dog in the Herd.
Your value is of no use to them.

~/~1420375746006

No eres uno de ellos. Has malinterpretado una ley no escrita, no hablada y estás siendo relegado al puesto que te corresponde. Se te recuerda que no tienes derecho de defender lo que no es tuyo, y que nunca serás ‘Uno de los Suyos’.
La membrana la teje el instinto de Manada. Protege a todos los que pertenecen a la Manada por nacimiento o asimilación. No hay reglas de por qué algunas personas ‘pertenecen’ y otras no, a pesar de que teóricamente se asemejen más.
La membrana aísla a los individuos potencialmente diferentes porque las diferencias se perciben como peligrosas. Es lo suficientemente transparente para que todos puedan ignorar su existencia. Cuando de alude a ella, se niega que sea real vehementemente y al extraño se le hace luz de gas hasta que acabe por creer que están perdiendo su capacidad de raciocinio.
‘ Pero ¿ COMO puedes decir éso? ¡Se te ha tratado exactamente igual que a los demás! No me puedo creer que seas tan arrogante/ insensible como para pensar eso… Eres tú que te aíslas. ¡Siempre tienes que hacer las cosas a tu manera! ¿Por qué no le preguntas a la gente si quieren ayuda en vez de irrumpir y hacer esas cosas tan raras que haces?’
Así que toda tu prudencia y buena voluntad no han servido para nada. Tus esfuerzos por adaptarte fueron en balde.
¿Por qué?
Porque la Manada solo quiere lo que conoce, y tú eres un desconocido para ellos, extraño y foráneo. Les encantan sus miserias, adoran sus limitaciones y prosperan en medio de su caos.
Porque tú, el Extraño, eres la proverbial rosa en el estercolero, el flamenco en el gallinero, el perro verde en la Manada.
Tu valor no significa nada para ellos.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

WordPress.com.

Up ↑

Periódico Anarquista: La Boina.

"Ved, hermano, he aquí una, de mecha crepitante, es de papel, tinta y dinamita cerebral. ¡Estalla!" Armando Triviño; 1919

milkcarton mugshot baby

I used to be Snow White, but I drifted.

Tish MacWebber

Always Thinking...

Spanish Berry

I am a local. I am a foreigner.

#Speak

Break the silence. End the violence.

harpingbyapixiecom.wordpress.com/

"I feel in every girl, there is a spirit, a wild pixie, that if let go, would run and dance in grassy fields until the end of the world. And then that girl grows up, that pixie hides, but it is always there...peeking out behind old eyes and reading glasses, laughing, waiting to one day dance again." ~Atticus~

The Libertarian Ideal

For secession, decentralism, mutualism and organic tradition

NonUseMuse

Where I think out loud

Laura Grace Weldon

Free Range Learning, Creative Living, Gentle Encouragement, Big Questions, Poetry, Occasional Drollery

Poesy plus Polemics

Words of Wonder, Worry and Whimsy

A Writer's Soul

"Diving into a writers soul is discovering the broken treasure and beautiful mysteries that make you gasp for air."

lifesfinewhine

Life isn't about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.

ADashofJhaee

✿Life Somewhere and Inbetween✿

SKYLARITY

Mindfulness, Spontaneity and Authenticity

Don't Do THAT! - mommy

Muddling through this Mom world making memories and sometimes mistakes but loving every moment.

%d bloggers like this: