Feeling out of sorts…Survival of the Fittest

so you are upset about something, stressed. lonely, health problem …. and you try and reach out to someone, a friend, family member… you probably not yourself… may appear out of sorts, you want some help, it comes across wrong, as needy, attention seeking but in reality when someone does this they are often very lonely need a shoulder to cry on or just some company…. what happens to these people? They get rejected…. they become more isolated… sad and depressed…. they get told to take tablets to ease this, its a lot easier than taking the time to spend with them, isnt it…. Life is a game, a game of survival of the fittest and at the end of the day, like lemmings jumping off a cliff, we as humans play the game too, even though we dont think we do….

We have helplines, chat lines, Samaritans all of these to help us through if we have no-one to turn to, the very people you thought would be there for you are often not because they are too busy, dont understand, come to the conclusion that you are weird or old and old fashion…. life is often placed on ideals, idols, appearance of a comforting nature…. the latest fashion all that sort of thing, which perhaps media, of our day, has made sure we follow.

I did a Sociology project once with the Open University. They talked of a tribe in the jungle that had never encountered the Western World. They were all happy in their World, because they knew no different… They were introduced to TV, beer, food of the Western World. What happened, the girls wanted to be blond, the boys all got drunk on beer whilst watching football matches and they all became dispondent with their appearances and the clothes they wore. They craved more and more and became depressed when they could not have what they wanted. The happy tribe they once were had turned into unhappy wanting people, all concerned with what each looked like. If you dont fit the bill you are out, Survival of the Fittest at all costs.

When someone commits suicide, you say what a shame, lovely person and all the rest of it, where we there for them in their hour of need? Did they feel they could turn to you for help when they needed it most? No of course, because you were too busy, they were acting too weird and you were too superior not only in your appearance but in your whole being to be there for them…..and its hard work dealing with somone who is needy, feeling at differences and out of sorts isnt it, easier to go and watch TV or chat with the cool people…

That is the truth of the matter….

Survival of the Fittest

at its best….

I know this … from experience…. an experience i never dreamed i would feel… nor would wish on anyone…. but losing my eyesight over the past years to glaucoma has taken its toll on my mind… it sure would wouldnt it, when you feel isolated, bullied and coping with it alone….

Author: Rosy

I became interested in poetry about a year ago and try to write about things from my heart that are associated with events in my life or events going on in the World at large or closer to home. I am a visual artist and still am to a certain extent having exhibited some of my work as a visually impaired artist using sponges to paint. I have lost most of my eyesight in recent years to advanced glaucoma and my vision is now very limited I am finding my creativity now evolving in writing poetry and hope to publish my own book of verse in the future. I have a blog page on Wordpress where I share my poetry, art, photography, thoughts and favourite quotes and prayers at https://rosypoems.com

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