I was born too square for a world too round.
The world has been eroded over time by a wind of rules spinning around it for such a long time that they do not have to make sense anymore, they have shaped the world.
I thought, in theory, why should the world change me, and went on ignoring the fact that I didn’t conform. That didn’t work too well as I ended up living beside the world.
So I tried to cut off the corners of my personality, and ended up as a random octagon. I can kind of cram into the space now, at least I can fool them I fit… for a little while… long enough to stay alive…
But do I still know who I am ?
I am still square, and the world is still round, we coexist but mathematically we don’t have a lot of attributes in common, we’re not friends, and might never be.
I understand better now why the world is round but the world and I, we both don’t understand why was I square in the first place, and that is a problem that might never be solved.