Cars sound their horns
As if they are going somewhere! Don't they realize that I am the center of the universe? As I walk the world moves beneath me. I am always here. I am never there, or there, or even there. They do not approach me; I draw them near and propel them away.
Enter convenience store
The Asian man looks at me and smiles, says hi. I think I smile back but it is all a dream. He doesn't exist. I make him exist by drawing him into reality. Ice cream. So many. Too expensive and so cheap it just isn't worth it. One in the middle. This will just upset my stomach. Why do I do this? It is hot outside. Reason enough! $2.30 for frozen sugar crap that will make me uncomfortable. He smiles and offers me a good night. Thank you, but you won't exist when I leave this room. You never did. I push open the door that too doesn't exist. Gone. Don't look back and it is not there. A guy stands at the edge of the sidewalk in front of his home. Is he a psycho? Two old ladies walk by without a care. Maybe they're wondering if I'm a psycho. Do they care if the other guy is a psycho? All I do is propel them away by moving the earth away from them for they are an illusion. Stationary objects that seem to be moving on their own yet I and I alone am in control of the world. The news is created to entertain me. People are not so stupid that they actually believe this crap. No, they do not exist. Their reactions are created by me. They do not understand that they don't exist. This is the game. They are nothing more than concepts. Why am I bleeding? I don't recall hurting myself. A tear in reality. It too does not exist. The night is warm. Strange that space is cold and this puny world is hot. Funny that I have the strength to propel space with my feet. I move my feet and the world turns accordingly. The stars shift unnoticeable but I know they do. I make it happen.
I enter my home and do nothing. I think in some kind of meditative state. Not your typical state. Nope. I can have the TV on, the radio on, the computer on and I do nothing but think. The TV dial gets a workout because there is nothing good anymore. The computer is a waste of time. Some reason to be stationary and not truly living. Captive with no captors. My own stupidity keeping me here. I talk to no one, just as well since they don't exist. They whine about such stupid things. What a waste of my time. Go away please. That's the name of my book. Get away from me please. Can't you see how little you mean? Your petty anxieties over stupid things make you better than me? If I wasn't half the person I am, maybe I could be half as ridiculously moronic as you and your pathetic existence