It’s a Wednesday, September 26, year: 1991. A baby is born to join the voluptuous pile of heathens who think themselves civilized. Just another bundle of meat and tissue. A carcass alive in depravity. As the years go by the baby grows and forms into a toddler, a child, a teenager; all the time etching herself in the tediously repetitive circle of life. This being is abnormal and, possibly, considered the Antichrist by many. Today this being is a self-righteous rebel who thinks most highly of herself and who finds a sick thrill out of criticizing others whom she finds to be infinitely inferior to her. Her principles are unorthodox and her parents grieve over her atheistic tendencies. Yet her ideals waver not. Her efforts were previously directed towards pleasing others yet she has recently abolished her unnecessary need for others approval and lives only to indulge her own wants and necessities. She disapproves of injustice and even has a douche bag list whom only those closest to her are familiar with. Her common phrase is “I call them as I see them” and her personal mantra is “Ignore the urge to slap them upside the head.” The select few who seek her company are well aware and prepared for the onslaught of criticism that unyieldingly overflows like a torrent in her presence. Perhaps she is bipolar and perhaps she is just bonkers. But she—in her own opinion—has the bolts screwed on tighter than any other person and—quite frankly—could care less about others’ personal opinion. For her nothing and no one matter. For all she cares the rest of the world can go crawl into a cave and die, to this all she would say is “Good riddance.” A pandemic could break out and she would think the world far better off with it. She is a hater of humanity, a selfish atheist who in the eyes of her religiously zealous family is falling head first into hell (sounds like fun). The glaring stares of disapproval bring a smile to her face and human stupidity can make her laugh uproariously or rant out in frustration depending on the moment. If you are looking for the normal and familiar (this is expected since we live in a world upholding conformity and mediocrity on the highest pedestal) don’t look to far for the face of the Earth spells out “Normal” but beware a small stain that keeps the surface of our planet from perfection in the eyes of most beholders. This stain is most likely Pearl Perez.
