Afterward I felt deflated.
All my life I was summoned to fit into a pre-made box.
Duty and service.
Want to be liked? Then fit this.
You need to do this for me, this is what I need.
I need. I need. I need.
You are here to satisfy a need. You don’t have a need. You are not a person. You exist to fulfill my need.
You are a road to my goal. Lie down so I can walk on you. Not like that – flat. Remember, you are not a person.
Guess what? You can be a conduit to my goal. My goal is golden. Experiencing my goal will be good for you to experience. Especially because you’ll never have a goal.
Through your essence of being a pipe, I will flow to areas of me. Areas which I may or may not reveal to you.
If you have any imagination, you may think about what they are like, but remember I am under no obligation to disclose anything about them to you. It doesn’t matter anyway, because you don’t have feelings. I know that.
You will follow my rules for where you will lie as a road, conduit or pipe, how you will lie, and I will tell you what you can and cannot say about it. You can try to talk but that is no guarantee that I will let you get away with it.
If you don’t listen to my instructions, then I will find a better model which behaves better for my money. Even better – better and for even less money.
And then, you know, see you around.
And, even though things like you are a dime a dozen, someone else could use you as their road.
Their “conduit.” (haha)
Their empty
eternally dutiful
service-bound
pipe.
