It’s so easy to be offensive. I know, because for me it comes natural. Suppose that that defensive is also easy.

Seems like no matter how one acts, someone gets offended, mad, sad, hurt. While others laugh and tell you to go fuck yourself, thus becoming offensive themselves.

As for defensive, same thing.

So. Breaking it down. We know we all are offensive and we all are defensive. That is, unless we live under a rock with no other people around, then we are just offensive and defensive to ourselves.

Sadly bullies exist. Though, so do kind people. Both sorts though are offensive and defensive. Bullies are offended by kind people and vice versa.

Why write this today? Suppose the question could just as well be, why not?

What I do know is this world of humanity is highly offensive to me yet at the same time, intriguing. Thus, with the offense comes the feeling of defense.

If humanity was such an offense then I suppose it logical to take the ultimate defense and have no contact at all, yet then one would miss that part of humanity which is not offensive; kind people who don’t throw rocks at such as i.

Interesting, at least in my mind.

It is easy for the various herd animals to gather together and find community. A common bond with each other. For humans, the offensive band together, the defensive gather together… Colors, language, religions, thoughts, actions… Like attract like.

Never ever have such as this shell, ever been in common bond with any other of the human species. Often thinking misanthrope is the closest group… and yet, finding comfort while being on the periphery of so many of the various herd animals.

Yes, interesting indeed.  Most wonderful defensive position. One where i don’t get hurt and yet get to learn so much about bullies and kind people.

At the end of this journey, much will have been learned. Much will have been experienced. There will be many offended by me, many defensive of me, and yet there will also be some kind people along the path, crazy, funny, strange, sincere, hateful… A whole pot full of simmering stew that make up the whole of humanity.

It is called, life.

It is.

Strangely, wonderful.