Acromegaly_Chad
Offical Surgery Consultant
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Every day is suffering. It feels like being trapped inside a cage, a prison cell that is called your body and the bars are your face, through which you can catch a glimpse of a completely alternate reality.
A reality lived by normal people on a daily basis, a reality of freedom, expression and intimacy. But your body keeps your spirit trapped inside this god forsaken, cold and dusty place. You rot in loneliness and agony, laugh in anger and suffer from the fear of missing out.
Your real self, the spirit that has been given to you by god, destiny, or genetic determinism - whatever it is - never get's the chance to present itself to the world.
You wish to be extroverted, to exploit and rip off the ordinary stupid folk, to live life to its fullest and enjoy the synergies of a perfectly harmonizing symbiosis between spirit and matter, between your personality and your body. You want to strive for greatness, for a personal legacy and contribution to society.
Yet that remains a pipe dream. Because every time you stand up for yourself, you get ridiculed, laughed at or you simply aren't being taken seriously enough. Maybe people just inherently disagree with you because you disgust them with your appearance and no matter how eloquently outspoken you are, there is no personality and appearnace that can compensate for you looks.
And so you are damned to rot in your prison cell and count the days until the surgeon comes and discharges you. Always torn between hope and fear of the surgeon, because there's also a reasonable likelyhood that he will throw you into the dungeon and you'll never see the daylight ever again.
A reality lived by normal people on a daily basis, a reality of freedom, expression and intimacy. But your body keeps your spirit trapped inside this god forsaken, cold and dusty place. You rot in loneliness and agony, laugh in anger and suffer from the fear of missing out.
Your real self, the spirit that has been given to you by god, destiny, or genetic determinism - whatever it is - never get's the chance to present itself to the world.
You wish to be extroverted, to exploit and rip off the ordinary stupid folk, to live life to its fullest and enjoy the synergies of a perfectly harmonizing symbiosis between spirit and matter, between your personality and your body. You want to strive for greatness, for a personal legacy and contribution to society.
Yet that remains a pipe dream. Because every time you stand up for yourself, you get ridiculed, laughed at or you simply aren't being taken seriously enough. Maybe people just inherently disagree with you because you disgust them with your appearance and no matter how eloquently outspoken you are, there is no personality and appearnace that can compensate for you looks.
And so you are damned to rot in your prison cell and count the days until the surgeon comes and discharges you. Always torn between hope and fear of the surgeon, because there's also a reasonable likelyhood that he will throw you into the dungeon and you'll never see the daylight ever again.