As a loving child, I suffered harmful abuse from my father, causing me to become anxious. I began to believe that humans are evil. I struggled and grew reticent. I was alone myself in it; no one stopped him, supported me, or showed me love. I had to become like them because of my anxiety and ignorance, or else I would be ridiculed and bullied. I had a hard and ignorant life since I was without love. I suffered a deep depression at the age of 33, for which I had no explanation. I eventually had to give up and seek professional assistance, but despite my best efforts, I found it difficult and hopeless and finally was awarded early retirement.
It's odd that this cruel treatment I had as a child was done to keep me from loving and pleasing women, something I was strangely ignorant of until I turned 45 and a shaman finally revealed the truth to me.
To avoid attracting attention, one can therefore catch a glimpse of a tribal face hidden behind the abstract. In my opinion, humans are evil. My ideal existence would be calm and simple, with a tribe living in freedom. There are things that protrude from my skull that tell me that the evil I have known since I was a child is the reason my brain is filled with anxiety and makes it hard for me to connect and think clearly. The red area around the eyes represents frustration that what I am seeing is lies, and I hesitate to approach women I want because of my subconscious anxiety. Hearts and words support sweet, true, and loving people. The words also convey that I could be myself, think clearly, grow, become cool, and enjoy women if I was raised by good, sweet people.
