Anxieyote
Sobriety over everything else • 31 • Midwest
- Mar 24, 2021
- 444
Sometimes there are planes flying above us—most of them don't notice we are there, and they fly on by (the normies of society who don't give a shit about us).
Some of the planes see us from above, and feel sorry for us, but they don't bother to land because they're more concerned with finishing their own flight and making it to their destination. They may not be able to fit any other passengers on board, either (they have a supportive family, good circle of friends, partner, etc.)
Occasionally we might make contact with one of the planes. We beg them to help, and they stop to circle above the island for a while to talk with us and provide some comfort for the people who are trapped down below. But ultimately, they never land and offer us any real help.
We can write S.O.S. in the sand all that we want, but real help is never going to come.
So the people who are trapped on this island are going to have to make some tough choices.
They can stay and try to survive off of the occasional comfort and support from the planes (and each other), or they can strike out on their own from the island with a makeshift raft, and try to make it to shore with what little experience or tools they have.
It's not a good position to be in, because their time on the island (we can use that to represent suicidal ideation) makes it more likely that they won't be able to assimilate back into regular society once they reach the shore—if they even do. The waves that rock their boat along the way will threaten to end their lives before they even reach the stability and support of the individuals they truly need in society (those who own the planes, and are capable of flying them, and charting their own course).
Some of the planes see us from above, and feel sorry for us, but they don't bother to land because they're more concerned with finishing their own flight and making it to their destination. They may not be able to fit any other passengers on board, either (they have a supportive family, good circle of friends, partner, etc.)
Occasionally we might make contact with one of the planes. We beg them to help, and they stop to circle above the island for a while to talk with us and provide some comfort for the people who are trapped down below. But ultimately, they never land and offer us any real help.
We can write S.O.S. in the sand all that we want, but real help is never going to come.
So the people who are trapped on this island are going to have to make some tough choices.
They can stay and try to survive off of the occasional comfort and support from the planes (and each other), or they can strike out on their own from the island with a makeshift raft, and try to make it to shore with what little experience or tools they have.
It's not a good position to be in, because their time on the island (we can use that to represent suicidal ideation) makes it more likely that they won't be able to assimilate back into regular society once they reach the shore—if they even do. The waves that rock their boat along the way will threaten to end their lives before they even reach the stability and support of the individuals they truly need in society (those who own the planes, and are capable of flying them, and charting their own course).
