What creeps me out

I have never been so creeped out in my life. I think this must be what a girl being stalked feels like. I try my best to understand people, believing that even the cast outs of our society deserves understanding. Soupe kitchen volunteering experience softened me to the extreme behaviors of the often violent homeless world. Ballroom dancing taught me the glamour and facade of the “High Society” and Nordia opened my eyes to the lifestyle of drug addicts and artists. A familly of prodigy salesmen and a great Mentor prepared me for the games of mind control.

I thought I am well prepared to deal with any type of people until this person. I tried to go deep and understand why this person freaks me out, but I can only tentatively touch the surface, because this person is so normal in every regards, except for one thing. The belief in the total absolute certainty that things should be done in a certain way and anythign else is unthinkable, inhumane.

Before this, I used to debate on whether or not to focus on one thing and dedicate my life to it so I can succeed. It’s either that or spread yourself thin to become a jack of all trade. What I didn’t understand back then was the end result of that path of specialization was the dream thought up by someone else and somehow given value by those without a dream of their own. Who is it that decided it is important to be the #1 in the world in 100m sprint?

I am afraid because the reality that this person sees is one that is constructed to shelter that reality. You can never know what trickery is pulled behind your back or when the person will decide to go postal on you. This type of people will construct a fantasy world to suit their need. Whatever need that is necessary, which is the exact danger that freaks me out. This person, taught me the danger of a complete acceptance of one belief.

I need to get away.