Foreign Contaminants

    The minute I step outside I am attacked by foreign invaders.  People are everywhere now, their threat is very real.  I try my best to blend in to appear invisible.  If one of them talks to me, I will cower like a snail.  Inside I will get angry at their intrusion, but they won't know it because I hide my feelings well.  Bless these people who can read faces and know when someone wants to be left alone.  The others, those ignorant extroverts with no tolerance for a quiet environment, just yabber away at the air, unaware that my mind is somewhere else.  No, I could care less about the weather or your problems or what you bought on Craigslist.  I'm more interested in worldly things, can't you see that?  Have you even thought about the beauty of the natural world and the things people have created?  The ideas change lives and mold the world into a better place?  We have more important things to talk about than ourselves.  All your petty thoughts are nauseating, please leave me alone.
    At the park I lay down on the grass.  Again I am attacked, this time by bugs devouring my flesh trying to get inside.  The world needs to just let me lay in peace, or give sterilized bubbles to people who are too sensitive to its contaminants.
    My aggravation is rising, I need to get out of here.  The nature of a giver eludes me; I'd be perfectly happy if I were comfortable with other beings feeding off my energy.  Physical and mental.  I wish I knew how.  The truth is that I am just as selfish as the ignorant pricks who bother me.  Maybe I am the foreign contaminant.