the question of whether or not i am a human has hovered within me since childhood. since the time kids began calling me an
It was very disorienting at 1st. “How would they know?” even as i moved schools, came across humans that didn’t know people from previous schools, and they too called me
It was even more curious that at Uni’s 1st degree, there seem to have been some kind of a consensus among a significant number of students, that I was, in fact, something of an
In case this doesn’t sound curious, lets add another element to the narrative? the fact that humans tend to think they can define others. Like telling another that they are things as:
and stuff like
even as an alien, humans insisted that I am, at the same time and space, without any special metamorphosis nor an ironic smile or some other humor nor self mocking, that i am also a
yet i never felt all these things. all i have experienced during self reflective modes and via following such modes with corresponding thoughts was that i’m, maybe a bit like Fanon, a
Yet, I don’t really want to slant anyone. Maybe, I am mistaken and should just follow the definition of being defined which stresses a reflection onto that which come defined – rather than From the entity?