I Owe You All An Apology

You see I’m not supposed to be here.

No, not on this website but in this timeline.

Rewind to January 2012, I fell asleep on a plane and when I woke up things were different. Very different.

People were different. I noticed other things too, sports stats, dates of disasters were all off-sometimes by a year or two.

But the people, that was the most frightening part, you see in my timeline people were good underneath it all, at the root, the base, but here it’s like this Lovecraftian evil at the core of people.

Even when people smile it’s like when an alligator or a shark appears to smile.

Where I’m from even the criminals knew you didn’t target the elderly or the blind or the young.

Here everyone is a target.

In my timeline there were alliances and coalitions, gay and straight, islamic, jewish and christian, and yes even black and white.

Sure there were protests from time to time but not these citywide conflagrations that are steadily overtaking the globe.

Yes there were problems but they were acknowledged with a view toward solving them peaceably not glorifying and glamorizing them.

I’ve even walked past protests and gatherings and it was an unspoken understanding since I’m not part of it I was always allowed to pass unaccosted by both the protestors and the police.

There was this witchcraft store I used to go to that I felt so safe there, here it’s been overtaken by radicals and I am perceived as the enemy by both the men and women that work there.

Spirituality was a safe place, here it’s become about victim shaming much as psychiatry has.

Even the people I knew for years were suddenly different, more slathering, reptilian.

Your world and the people in it terrify me. I’m all alone and afraid and heartbroken.

I’m not cut out for this brutality, acquisitiveness, exploitation, tyranny and perpetual subjugation.

I’ve been trying to get back to my original timeline the past 8 years because I can’t do this anymore and if I can’t find a way back in the next 2-3 months or so then it’s no longer a question of whether or not I even want to kill myself...

I’m probably going to have to.

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