Part 1- Bubble
Chapter 1- S
The date is May 17th of the year 2016. My name is Sam, and I am sick and tired of the boring world that I live in. I have always been bored of this shitty city of mine, nothing interesting ever happens in here. The people of my age group that surround me are all dull. They are too normal for me. They all act like teenagers. They act without thinking about the consequences. They go out to parties, dance their hearts out, and drink with no care. Get wasted and commit sins left and right. They only think about having fun in any way, shape or form. All they think about is sex, sex and then some more sex. They throw away whatever dignity they have and fuck whoever they want whenever they want.
The boys keep thinking about the girls and how to get closer to them in order to hit the jackpot and fuck. While the girls think about the boys, and whether they are muscular and have a good body or not, choose their target and then aim to get closer to them while aiming to hit the jackpot and fuck their brains out as well. This world have truly become materialistic to the bone. Money, looks and sexual abilities control the world mostly. Of course, the intelligent people only use their brains to scam the less fortunate unintelligent individuals of this society. But I’m different than all of those.
I, Sam, the self-declared only independent individual of society, have decided ever since I was young to push all these shitty maggots away from me. I need nothing more than my books and my brain. After all, I the entity known as Sam, have multiple selves that work hand in hand to form me. The best quote to summarize me is a quote that I took from Hermann Hesse’s, Demian. That is “I live in my dreams. Other people live in dreams, but not in their own. That’s the difference.” This quote explains me so perfectly because I, unlike the rest of my society, only care about myself. I have no care for being accepted by the rest. I have no need to be accepted and I have no need sex. I have no need for niether money nor power. I have no need to be accepted by the rest. All I need is my brain and my books. Without them, I’ll lose control and do whatever I can to retrieve them.
Yes, this is my story, the story that I have created in my own personal bubble. It is a story were I rely on books, to fight the loneliness and boredom that engulfs me. This bubble that I live in is a representation of myself, my dream, and the world I seek.
Yes, this world is a world that only I inhabit. The world where I and my selves judge the outside world that is run by maggots. For you to fully understand me, I need to take you on a tour in my world. Firstly, my world is isolated from the rest. It is a world only I inhabit, a world that maintains stability because only I inhabit it. In my world, I exist in various forms. These forms are the selves that form the complete package. These selves of mine are me, from different periods in my life. There’s the kind, obedient me, the one that dares to venture unprotected to the outside world. He is the me from my childhood days, the me that cannot refuse anything, he is the me that will inconvenient himself if it meant to not inconvenient others. Yes, he is a portion of me, that is ruled by kindness and love, a me that doesn’t like to hurt others, even if they hurt him. He is too kind and easy to manipulate. I call him S.