How to Be a Silent Monster: 1,000 Ways to Hurt Others by Shapeshifting into an Empty Bag
Imagine 50 Years of Torture by starvation
The silent grinding of time.
A never-ending grudge.
Infinite shame and frustration from being born lesser.
The total revenge of one who knows only how to hate.
A worm will always and forever do what worms do:
be a parasite on a healthy host
until it extracts the last drop of life juice from him.
Some fuckers out there—
the absolute egoists,
the bottomless pits that swallow everything you throw at them.
They evolved in a super-vacuum
of sentiments and things.
They fucking always empty their plates to the last crumb.
They fucking travel with an empty bag
just to carry the empty space with them—
the space that others will need but don’t have.
Like the rich man hoarding more and more money he will never use,
the money that others lack
and suffer from its absence.
The absolute egoist is the one who takes absolute pleasure
in being a dam
where any human sentiment comes to crash against,
a dam that keeps all his humanity sealed inside
like an untapped reservoir.
This monster is one because,
while nothing can be held against him,
he kept a promise that he willingly never fulfilled.
He’s the eternal provider in name only,
the absent father who never held his children’s hands,
never said “I love you,”
never bought gifts,
never asked a genuine “How are you?”
Not because he is valueless,
but because of a calculated lifelong grudge:
he’s not on equal footing,
he was born poor and married rich,
used,
so he has nothing to share with them
other than material comfort.
The proud monster who knows his weakness
but hides it behind a wall of silence.
A life built on sucking blood from the better ones
while posing as a mediocre pawn.
A life of envy,
the unworthy man who received his two talents
and buried them out of fear
he would fail to pay them back.
Created for nothing,
or a silkworm that will need another two lifetimes
to break the cocoon it wove
from excuses and ancestral hatred.
We think monsters are the ones doing horrible things—and it’s true—but one can be a monster just by being a clown like a scarecrow, a coat hanger, a decorative object. Even NPCs are more welcoming than that. A total monster by being less than an NPC. Pathetic assholes who never once played with their kids… never once… A terrifying void-vortex of human sentiments, as if he was born without a heart.
To not love anyone but yourself but sticking around like parasite pretending…is 1000 more destructive than just fucking off with a hoe, at least nobody put any hope in you.
A masquerade of absence as virtue might be one of the most perverse sin against love, while hiding behind one word crafted by Satan himself: “Respectable”.