The Universe is a production and the main attraction is myself, everyone is apart of the show, working to make my life a ongoing series or show of some sort. The continent has become so obsessed with other people’s lives and a show that never ended was entertainment for the world to see.
I had not noticed the plot until I was twenty-five and once I knew the cameras were rolling I had demanded my fair treatment, my piece of the cake. The creators of the human sitcom were making bank and I wanted to be compensated for not ruining the big stage. I did, too some degree enjoy being watched. Although I could not lose sight of the role I knew people were seeing on the screen. So I accepted the hurt and pain inflicted by the production, I guess it comes with game. I’m only harvesting the natural. If that makes any sense.
Living like no ones watching, trying to figure out an objective in the chaos they’ve written down for me to experience. Is this still worth my time?