Post by Dr. Benedict Hidzenboosh on Oct 2, 2011 14:23:07 GMT -5
He blinked down at her. Did he just... He sighed and sat next to her, using the shoulder bag as a flat seat. He knitted his fingers together as he tried to figure out how to explain this without sounding like... well, like it was a serious issue? Because it wasn't--isn't--and won't be.
"Think about segregation in the past and after it is lifted and everyone is equal, many people felt it wasn't so. It took a while for people to start to accept and realize that there was no difference between them all. Yet still today, people can be racist. It was the same with people with mental illnesses that are simple to take care of today. They use to have houses were they would beat them because they were medically handy cap. Today, they are treated as if they were any other patient, but people still act differently around them. It is human nature to be afraid of something that is different. Why people act the way they do. It's psychological to fear the unknown. After I said what I did before, you felt fear for the outside, right? Because you don't know what is out there now--well you do, but you don't at the same time."
He paused, holding his hands out as if to display the world in front of him. He stared out at nothing, his face blank and emotionless.
"It's simply going to take time, but there will always be people out there who fear you and others like you. Then there will be people like me and the others who are interested and want to understand and see you as someone with just a special difference. Then there will be the ones who think nothing of the differences, and will make you have hope for the world around you and beyond what you know."
He let his hands fall into his lap as he started to listen to himself. To his own advice he was about to give. To the logic that was so obvious in it, that he always seemed to fail to see. This time, he decided to actually listen, to actually take it to heart.
"That's why you keep the people that don't care what you were, what you are, and what you will be... close and always be just the same to them. Those who see you as you, and not as someone who is of the unknown. They are rare, but they are there. There are these kinds of people for everyone. They just click with you as friends who will become family in your mind. They are the people that keep the outside,"
He motioned to the wall.
"and all of the unknown... a simple and trivial thing."
He blinked and made a face of thought.
"I... think I said what I was trying to say... I didn't take my medication today."
"Think about segregation in the past and after it is lifted and everyone is equal, many people felt it wasn't so. It took a while for people to start to accept and realize that there was no difference between them all. Yet still today, people can be racist. It was the same with people with mental illnesses that are simple to take care of today. They use to have houses were they would beat them because they were medically handy cap. Today, they are treated as if they were any other patient, but people still act differently around them. It is human nature to be afraid of something that is different. Why people act the way they do. It's psychological to fear the unknown. After I said what I did before, you felt fear for the outside, right? Because you don't know what is out there now--well you do, but you don't at the same time."
He paused, holding his hands out as if to display the world in front of him. He stared out at nothing, his face blank and emotionless.
"It's simply going to take time, but there will always be people out there who fear you and others like you. Then there will be people like me and the others who are interested and want to understand and see you as someone with just a special difference. Then there will be the ones who think nothing of the differences, and will make you have hope for the world around you and beyond what you know."
He let his hands fall into his lap as he started to listen to himself. To his own advice he was about to give. To the logic that was so obvious in it, that he always seemed to fail to see. This time, he decided to actually listen, to actually take it to heart.
"That's why you keep the people that don't care what you were, what you are, and what you will be... close and always be just the same to them. Those who see you as you, and not as someone who is of the unknown. They are rare, but they are there. There are these kinds of people for everyone. They just click with you as friends who will become family in your mind. They are the people that keep the outside,"
He motioned to the wall.
"and all of the unknown... a simple and trivial thing."
He blinked and made a face of thought.
"I... think I said what I was trying to say... I didn't take my medication today."