A letter from Nobody.
Hi, I am someone, basically, I am no one, a Nobody. People like the dimples in my cheek more than the sad face. The dimpled smiling face is as natural as the sad face or the teared up face but the latter one is somewhat suppressed and deeply hidden in my small universe. Hidden at least when I am in front of people. One reason for it is that I don't want pity or sympathy by showing my other natural face. And I am afraid to let people know even the empathizers know how deeply crazy I am, that a glass frame banging on my head is not enough to settle down the anger, the deep rage, the deep loneliness. We, humans, enjoy having this assumption about happy people that... "Their life is simple, they don't have bigger fishes to fry and so look at them, so cheerful, so beautifully serene their lives look. And look at us having the real talk about how difficult our circumstances are. Look at us the way we are surviving. So heroic." I want to laugh at our stupidity and ...
