
I won't be going to Boston to see my friend Shinobi. It has been made abundantly clear to me by several people that my presence is unwelcome, my feelings irrelevant, and that I just need to sit down and shut up. I believe that stabbings were also mentioned - that if I attended, I could expect to be stabbed.
Clarice mentioned something odd - she said that it is not required that everyone likes me, or that I like everyone.
If this is so, and I believe that it is, then why am I continually being punished for not liking the Mexican? I hate him! He tortures me with my own memories, gloats about it, and threatens my _life_, and I'm just expected to smile. He appoints himself Amanda's big brother, and I get to just be happy for him. He "saves her life", and my contributions are forgotten, ignored, dismissed. He gets to go to Boston to see Shinobi, and I have to stay here.
Is it because he's fucking Paige? Is it because he's an American, and I'm not? Is it because he's not a psi, and I am? Because he gets injured a lot? Because he's going to shoot all of you if he doesn't get his way? What?
I know that I can be difficult to deal with. I can see it in the emotions of others. I do not lie when it would make things easier for me, I do not lie to spare the feelings of others. I am open with how I feel, as best that I can be. I _can_ see how you all feel about me, even as I am now. I do not believe the same things in the same way as all of you do.
Aha. I think that I have the truth now. It is because I do not believe the same things you all do. Because I was raised wealthy, because I am different. Because I had the bad taste to be an empath.
Ahh, who am I kidding? None of you care anyway. I won't be bothering any of you anymore. And before you come barging into my room with the doctors and the needles and the drugs, I mean that I am not going to particpate in the social games you all love to play so much.
Enjoy your trip.
Manuel