21 April 2012
Little Man sits at home in front of the computer. He hasn't got dressed today and doesn't see a point. He's unfit, unloved, and despises his own ugly reflection. Where he lives is dreary and so grey. Loneliness rules his days, no one calls or visits, and you might feel pity for him. Truth is, Little Man could help himself but he won't. He finds it too much work to find the real light, happiness, nirvana. He makes excuses for his actions and for why he is unloved. Its everyone else's fault, not his. Everyone in the real world should like and love him just because, why should he have to work at it? That point of view makes him abhorrent. Where's your pity now?
To fill his days Little Man turns to the computer. Here, he pretends he is anything but himself. A king, a leader of men, respected and renown, he gives himself that which in the real world he can only dream about. Spreading twisted philosophies and boasting of intellectual capabilities far outstripping his actual reach, his online ego holds no bounds and only grows larger with each fawning, insipid and shallow reaction he collects. He tells his admirers of a career he can only wish he had, and like fools they believe him. Enforcing his views to make the world 'better', winding his admirers into a frenzy, with each passing day it sounds more like propaganda.
Little Man is in the business of building lies; they are as flimsy as houses of cards but they make him feel safe, loved. Everything he displays is fake. He wants to be someone else because he hates himself, his lonely life.
Perhaps we should pity him and his sad existence? You might, but I can't. I have no love or patience for Little Man at all.
Little Man • Opuss № I