What it's all about

There's a lot to this thing we call life. When you're born, the first thing you feel is warmth and comfort. The perfect environment for our existence, inside your mother's womb. You get everything you need to exist delivered right to you, as the people around you take care of you and look forward to your arrival.

While it's all well and good to be you, essentially, you're no different from a parasite. Giddily feeding off your host's life energy itself. The parasite has no qualms in the matter, everything is provided to it. Then, suddenly, you are thrust out of your home! You have grown too big, it seems. 

Everyone talks about it like it's this beautiful miracle, but you know it well, it's a fight for your life. Squeezed out of this tight little space, crushing your body as you're forced out into the harsh environment. Humans are one of the few mammals with such short gestation periods relative to the embryo's development. 

You come out into a hostile and dangerous dog-eat-dog world where the air is harsh, the sunlight is hurtful, and there are terrible sounds all around you. People suffocate you, making a huge fuss and crowding you with their hungry eyes and loud squeaks. 

Your quiet, warm home becomes a thing of the past, you are vulnerable. Everyone makes a huge deal and celebrates your existence. As if your breath itself is some kind of blessing upon them. Your host is tired, but happy that you have left her body. 

Time goes on, and you learn ways to keep your head in the game. What once was can never come back, but perhaps you can find something else to sustain your being. The traumatic, parasitic beginning, the utter helpless vulnerability, it took its toll, but now you must look forward.

To forget about your troubles, you try to play around with this new world. Smashing things together and seeing where they land. Trying to move around in this bag of meat with protruding sticks of bendy flesh. There's a lot of activity around you to take note of. Look at all those big things that move with such curious peculiarity. Some are hard and shiny, others are soft and wet.

All these noises and smells are so strange too. The weirdest thing is your own body. It makes hurt for many reasons, and sometimes it's fun to play with. Need the host for sustenance, need to rest at home...

Some time passes, and awareness grows along with the meat bag. The bendy sticks are long now, and it's possible to mimic some of those shapes and movements. They all treat you like a plaything, and this makes you feel hurt.

Screw them all, let's see what you can do for your own pleasure and self-satisfaction. The host is called ma, and the protector is called pa. I need them to give me things for my pleasure.Let's see how far I can push their buttons to get what I want. The parasite that became a zoo animal has now graduated to a tyrant.

(This piece is too long and I have work to do, So I'll leave it here for now)