DNE

I realized something theoretically significant this early night; I love when I come upon these realizations, for they grant me a sense of enlightenment. Every single one brings me one step closer to ridding myself of this box, wherein my mind lies constricted.
I abhor, like most, being ignored; I see it as a combination of rejection and negligence. The fact that someone would disregard a verbalized or technological communication is disheartening, to say the least. The annoyance and qualm prone to present themselves in situations between the ignored and the ignorers stem from something we all possess: fear. We are afraid of being neglected, being rejected, because these actions chip away at our existence, that existence we cling to ever so dearly. To rob one of such a fragile, irreplaceable thing would be as cruel a crime as murder. Actually, that is exactly what it is. Whenever someone intentionally brushes off something I say, it is almost as if I do not exist for that moment... almost as if I've been murdered, gliding around the world now as a spirit, and even if I were to scream, no one would hear me.
To go on living unheard: that is what scares me.