MYNEW AGE LOBOTOMY

If we are what we have, and we lose what we have, who then are we? We are currently here, in this stage of perilous drifting, far from ourselves. Can you even still tell what makes you happy or sad? Then what do you really know of yourself? You’re not your carreer, your children, or the wife, nor the chonkers you call your unbelievably obese cat. The material possessions, our new objects of obsession, even down to the style of clothes one wears. Are nothing but compensatory methods for the loss of self we’ve had. We were all raised by the television, free range, helicoptered, or sheltered. Their methods may be different the result has remained the same, millions of youth starved of love and attention dressed up in superficial attire each parent strives to provide through the child’s neglect in the name of hard and principled work,. The next time we’re done quietly weeping, from a gaping hole in our hearts, they’ll remind us of all the things that they bought, and that we should appreciate being the abandoned children of their money growing tree dreams that they loved. We find ourselves overthinking, overdoing it, barely staying afloat, from the pain of being the generation who was chastised, belittled, gaslit and left for the maggots to bloat.