Culture of rejection

The different societies that surround us are as bipolar as they can be nowadays, and more specifically, many of these societies are traced as acceptable, leaving aside those who are simply alien to “the usual”. We are accustomed to justify the exclusion of people in our circles or lives, being apathetic at times because we simply feel like it, and we have every right to do so, because we are not responsible for what they may think of us, but we are responsible for future reprisals. As a rule, those who are excluded withdraw into themselves, trying for their whole lives to see where they made the mistake of being themselves, without taking into account that they are not entirely to blame for who they became, that their way of being is a construction of rejection, of gossip, of fear and a culture based on forgetting those who simply do not know who they are. We are blinded by the “norms” and morals imposed on us by self-centered people, those who put themselves on the same altar for doing “the right thing”, keeping their mouths open every chance they get to point out the errors in those who are excluded, because the rejected have an invalid opinion, an eternal silence. 

Then they explode.

They are human time bombs that simply want to get rid of the world, of the indifference of the years in which so many people have repressed their expression, times in which they cried out for help and no one ran for them. When we least realize it we justify ourselves by saying that the total mistake is fury, that their mind was always twisted, basing everything they say on a non-existent morality. Then there is nothing left but to blame the field from which everything was born, but why did the field turn gray? It was the fault of the weeds, weeds that disguised themselves as flowers.