I Think You Know Me

Those words of cyclical torture, which you constantly hear within the back of your mind, must be quite tedious to listen to when you and I engage in conversation. Inner dialogue has the capacity to be quite telling, and quite weighted; especially when you and yourself are the only ones who can hear the inner dialogue. I know you know me, just as I know you. I know you are a deep thinker; I can tell from your (anti)social media feed just how intelligent, philosophical, and profound you are. I am sure your thumb is exhausted from scrolling through all of the other deep thinkers posting their “profoundness” on social(ist) media. No, the others within your life do not “get” nor “understand” you, but I do. I know exactly who and what you are. No, I do not judge, but I do observe. Have you ever wondered why there are no more thinkers, such as: Aristotle, Nietzsche, Emerson, or Twain within the world? It mostly has to do with the fact that the majority of the lemmings within society, are quite comfortable not thinking for themselves, and prefer for social(experiment) media to do it for them. I know you are young, but yes; there was a time within our society when individuals (not followers, as followers will never lead), were rewarded for thinking for themselves. A time within human history did in fact exist, when being an individual profoundly meant something, and was looked upon with great reverence. In today’s world; one’s thumb gets more exercise than one’s mind. Think about that for a moment, if you have the capacity to actually think. I am beginning to come to the conclusion that you will never know me; simply because you have never taken the time to know yourself.