I am the lunatic. I am who everyone is supposed to despise.
I myself despise sheep. I hate those who follow that which is either irrational or that for which they have no proof for. How often do you see people claim such and such has happened? I'm sure you can count this as a given of this world, so much that you could even see it as a given in regards to the human nature.
I despise ignorance. I despise it to the point of accepting falsehood myself in order to be the opposition of ignorance by pretending to be the ignorant. Some in fact do see me as rather ignorant but I have never cared about such trivialities. In the end we all die. If I wanted I could easily shut them up. That is the power free will holds. If I wanted I could become a murderer here and now. If we all die in the end whats one human more or less? One less in this filthy world and one more for the prisons. That is if I were to fail performing my oh so brilliant act of escape.
How can someone convince me that murder is wrong if he has neither experienced being on the recieving end of it nor has any verifiable way of proving that there exists objective morality which proves that me killing this homeless person I am seeing right now is in any shape or form wrong? I am not denying this objective truth. I question whether my opponent has any grasp as to what their words mean. If questions are enough to upset someone and make them believe I am convinced of the justification of an unjust murder, so be it.
Either way I rarely find myself particularly liking anyone. If there is someone I like it is probably myself. If I don't live for myself no one will. I like myself but don't get me wrong. My definition of liking does not entail love or reverance. I like myself to the point of giving myself food to eat, caring for daily neccessities and so on. I guess I can consider myself lucky to be this fond of myself.
A young man was pushed forward by his friend. Who is it that is trying to get him to talk to me?
"H-Hello."
The young man seemed visibly shaken. I looked at his tear stained face and responded
"Go on."
It hadn't been the first time that such thing has happened. Guys in my class frequently try making people they bully talk to me. I never understood why they would do such thing. Am I some sort of jester to them? How childish.
"Uh.. Ngh.."
Why is this idiot crying? Hold on, why is he running away now? Oh wow now they're following him. It was obvious that they were picking on him. Since many people fear me I make a great tool for bullies. If the victim is already afraid of his bullies, forcing him to face someone who might be equally as terrifying in his eyes makes for a great psychological torture technique. Those are not my words. That's just what they thought probably.
"Anyways."
I snorted as I continued drinking my coffee, staring at the homeless man outside of the window. He was old although his aged appearance might have been stress induced. I of course can not know how long he has been living this life for, therefore both possibilities exist, although the truth can only be singular.
If I decided to kill him right now what would happen? I would surely be seen as insane. People would surely run away and hide. I myself have never killed a man before so why would they be so scared? Even if I killed him, what's one mistake? Everybody makes mistakes. I'm sure they all do mistakes. There's no need to be scared of me.
I decided to put my thoughts to a halt for now and return to the classroom. I would need to leave this place now if I wanted to arrive at the academy on time.
I threw away the remnants of my coffee which measured up to a third of the cup and left the shop.
I arrived at the academy and entered through the front gate. Several people were standing infront of it. Some familiar, some not. I have made a habit of remembering everyone I encounter, and in an academy specialized on matters such as this, you often come into contact with people. Me not knowing everyone just reflects the amount of people studying here.
Last time I heard about it it were 63,543 although this number may be inflated. The head of academy likes making up stuff. He is an idiot. I've never seen anyone particularly liking him. Regular institutions focusing on things such as Lady Etherington's Ghostly Etiquette, Esoteric Necromancy or Sentient Shadow Puppetry never have this many students enrolled. For good. I hate all that has to do with mysticism or contacting the dead. I believe it to be backward, improper and simply impossible. The dead do not speak. That's why I plan to leave this world.
Either that or I will take it down with me. Whatever the outcome is, it will surely satisfy me. Although I do not hesitate to say that I would prefer for the first and not the latter.
I entered the room silently.
No one spoke a word. Speaking is not permitted in the classroom.
People often say that eyes tell stories words could never hope to or whatever it is that they say. I am not good with idiomatic expressions so do not blame me.
As I entered I felt them staring at me. They always do. They think I'm disgusting. Not that I am ungroomed or anything. I actually put a lot of value into my appearance and many would consider me to be above average in looks. This all goes back to the loving myself thing.
Still they feel disgusted by me. The root cause for this is that they despise my humanity, or rather their perceived lack of it.
I am only aquaninted with two people in this class. Therefore most of the others don't really dare to openly mock or insult me. No matter how much they hate me they still invite me to whatever it is these pathetic vermins do in their freetime. This must really hurt for them because I make an effort to show up to every single event they invite me to.
The academy also has a strict set of rules which prohibit the students from fighting. Those who defy those rules face severe punishments. If you do not know yet, this world can be quite cruel and I have made it my goal to outdo it in its cruelty.