Invision

The world was all ascribed. It was only a matter of agreement and to obey God, or disagree and join the renegade legion of the devil. However the image they gave me was not the real flesh and blood me. I was an Indian. Why be me ? why be born me, if I should not be me ? I especially didn't like them telling me who I should and shouldn't be friends with, and that some of these friends were less, and bordering on - if not evil.

In fact they didn't like pretty much everything that I liked, for instance nature in general. They instilled me with what evil was, and how to recognize it when I saw it. Sometimes it was kids I went to school with. At first it felt thrilling being superior to others. I remember that. That lasted for awhile. "So Sorry, I feel so sorry for you". Guess I am different. Thank God I am a lucky one. Guess this means I get special privileges. I could never be wrong. If they bested me it didn't matter because they didn't count. It was quite a deal.

I can't remember why this-all didn't stick. I am sure it is in the memory banks somewhere. My best friend was the son of the church janitor. His family was very Christian and were great people, but still there was the social hierarchy thing, a division of superiority. Suppose the real problem was that these church people did not practice what they preached. That was because they didn't live their religion. They practiced it on Sunday by singing and listening to a lecture. Eventually I gave up the concept just out of high-school.

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