AsylumSeeker
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That is how I felt when I was out yesterday. I wanted to write it down in another than usual way:
A small club in a small city. The space isn’t fully filled but the atmosphere is good. The room is dark, smoke ascends from a couple of cigarettes to disperse even into the remotest corners of the place. The bright, flashing light of the stroboscope releases sight to smiling faces all over the club. Everywhere people are sipping from their drinks, are chattering, laughing and enjoying the night. About 30 of them are dancing frolicsomely to live music played by an above average indie band. Everybody seems to have fun but among all these happy people there is one puzzle piece that doesn't fit in.
It is an alien from another planet, an alien who is obsessed by just one thought. From the outside, the alien looks like everybody else, but from within it is completely different. The alien comes from a planet where its inhabitants don’t know how it is to have fun. They never learn how it is to feel as beloved, accepted member of a group. The people of this planet are taught from very early on that they are inferior, that they are not worth talking to others. The people of this planet don’t know how it is to be happy, the only feelings they know are sadness and loneliness. The alien looks around and envies all the happy people for whom it seems so easy to socialize; the alien is obsessed by this one thought: to be like everybody else. It doesn’t know when it arrived on this planet, but for as long as it can remember it wanted to be like everybody else. But as hard as the alien has tried, change didn’t occur and the alien doesn’t know anymore if it is right to desire being somebody else. The alien knows that it doesn’t want to be like it has always been, but it starts to think that it has to accept its origin that it has to accept itself, change seems to be impossible anyway.
A girls glance catches the eyes of the alien, but it looks down ashamed. The band finishes its gig, the alien leaves the club. It decides not to say goodbye to its only friend in the room who has hours ago immersed into an excited conversation with a beautiful girl. The alien is gone, nobody has noticed.
A small club in a small city. The space isn’t fully filled but the atmosphere is good. The room is dark, smoke ascends from a couple of cigarettes to disperse even into the remotest corners of the place. The bright, flashing light of the stroboscope releases sight to smiling faces all over the club. Everywhere people are sipping from their drinks, are chattering, laughing and enjoying the night. About 30 of them are dancing frolicsomely to live music played by an above average indie band. Everybody seems to have fun but among all these happy people there is one puzzle piece that doesn't fit in.
It is an alien from another planet, an alien who is obsessed by just one thought. From the outside, the alien looks like everybody else, but from within it is completely different. The alien comes from a planet where its inhabitants don’t know how it is to have fun. They never learn how it is to feel as beloved, accepted member of a group. The people of this planet are taught from very early on that they are inferior, that they are not worth talking to others. The people of this planet don’t know how it is to be happy, the only feelings they know are sadness and loneliness. The alien looks around and envies all the happy people for whom it seems so easy to socialize; the alien is obsessed by this one thought: to be like everybody else. It doesn’t know when it arrived on this planet, but for as long as it can remember it wanted to be like everybody else. But as hard as the alien has tried, change didn’t occur and the alien doesn’t know anymore if it is right to desire being somebody else. The alien knows that it doesn’t want to be like it has always been, but it starts to think that it has to accept its origin that it has to accept itself, change seems to be impossible anyway.
A girls glance catches the eyes of the alien, but it looks down ashamed. The band finishes its gig, the alien leaves the club. It decides not to say goodbye to its only friend in the room who has hours ago immersed into an excited conversation with a beautiful girl. The alien is gone, nobody has noticed.
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