The perfect pose, she held the bat in a very promising position. Now I anticipated the bat hitting the ball... And it was off, accelerating in the predicted direction, straight ahead – towards me. And just before it hit in a very vulnerable spot, everything zoomed back into normal. It was a no throw. How predictable? There was nothing to do than stand in the blazing sun until the game was over.
I wonder, if I really wanted a ball to hit me, would it eventually do so? But why would one wish to be harmed? I cannot understand my desires sometimes, instead I always leave a trail of oil for others to follow so they can solve the equation. A trail to slip on, slide towards a trap, cunningly planned involving their doom and of course my own _{manic laughter}. Because self harming is so much more fun when you inflict it on yourself by using others as your sharp tools. Ah please don't even try to be disturbed or disgusted because in truth's interest, you are not.
Since we are all human (with the small exceptions of those of us who are post human), we surely must share similar thoughts and desires. Why else would most act in the same way, as if their lives have already been written, by using the model of the general public?! No one is unique unless they choose to fully go against societies morals and ideas, but even then someone else has done it before.
It is the thought that counts; how you really perceive this world. For instance you and I both know what green looks like, yet we must see it differently. Maybe you see in what to me looks like blue. But of course when we both see this colour and name it “green” we would both be correct. Therefore things you do may seem right to you, but the ideas I have about them and my actions could be classed as wrong. Actions are not like colours, they cannot be different and fall under the same name each time. So we have categorised life together by laws and whatnot, based on?


Sorry, I was a little bored and stitched a few ideas together because I felt the need to confuse people. Nothing realistic, except for day dreaming of getting hit by a ball, and then the thought of why would I have an illusion about it. The true answer is that I was scared and tried to predict what could happen. Anyway, I am still alive