To idiots with ego… and to the ego of the idiots.

by Meritxell Riera Prims

48 - Sam and Frodo capture Gollum

Frodo Baggins trying to defend his friend Samwise Gamgee from the creature Gollum, in an Alan Lee‘s illustration for a classic edition of The Lord of the Rings trilogy by J.R.R. Tolkien

 

Some people do not interact with other people: there are egos interacting with other people… or other egos. It’s all completely unreal.

Ego cannot love -it demands being loved though-. Ego does not trust –but it demands being trusted-. Ego talks whichever organism it parasitizes into believing that the world is a jungle in which you can only survive, not live. It will tell you about self-preservation, it will tell you to protect yourself. Ego tells you you’re better than them… and sometimes it tells you you’re worse, that no one loves you… or should love you. Not even yourself. It goes everywhere with you, but never keeps you company. And it makes you believe you’ve got nobody else.
Ego makes you beg without true repentance. It only dreads loneliness, since in the end, it feeds on self and others’ attention… and pity. And I myself could pity you, idiots with ego. But you’re not fooling me anymore. I won’t forgive you, because you’re not real. Not even that is an excuse. The decision to give up on your everlasting companion is yours to take. If I felt sorry for you, I would be falling in the trap of believing you’re weak and stupid, just us your ego makes you believe. I don’t care about hurting you, because your ego dominates you. Actually, I do want to hurt you. I want to destroy you, because then you’ll be free. Your ego can go fuck itself. You deserve all my despise, because to you I’m not real, either, and however you intend to make me believe I am. I’ve been fooled by your little companion too much, already, in times of extreme vulnerability. My idiot’s ego intended to make me believe I needed you. Now, not only I do not need you anymore, but I want you far, far away from me.

In your hands, I’d be in danger, since it’s fear that rules your actions and thoughts. You’re not trustworthy. I can “only” rely on my own humaneness to protect myself from you. And it is more powerful than your stupid instinct of self-preservation.

Die, you idiots. You were not meant to last, anyway.

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