To be different is to suffer in things that others live through automatically, which signifies not mere misery but also aliveness.

 To be different is to suffer in things that others live through automatically, which signifies not mere misery but also aliveness.

― Atrona Grizel

Do not try to change people if you are going to change anything—change the conditions instead. There is a condition suitable for every person, but there is not a person suitable for every condition.

― Atrona Grizel

I remember that after a vacation that lasted about a month, when I realized I would have to go back to school the next day, I went into shock. Cold sweat poured down my forehead; my body trembled; I felt dizzy; my breathing tightened; I felt as if I were about to have a heart attack. I lay down on the bathroom floor while getting ready for school, thinking it might pass, yet I could still hear voices telling me I was going to be late, which only intensified the overwhelm. Why was this? Because school had become synonymous with torture in my mind. Going there meant being eroded: hair dyeing, makeup, magazine, “relationship-fixing” conversations; career and “success” fetishism; constant smiling and laughter; monkeys screaming and repeating the same things, then videos of other chimpanzee-like figures on the smartboard doing similar shouting, prompting the entire class to laugh with mouths wide open; stomping around the classroom; struggles to “gain social power”; a hollow youth culture of “winning” and “losing”; and a constant noise that did not allow even the slightest silence throughout the entire day. This is inhuman. How can a truly intelligent person breathe in a place like that? If they can, then they are not intelligent. Yet I was trapped in that airless place—I spent my entire youth there, and still no word came from my mouth. My mind was always in a defensive position, to such an extent that there were nights when I stayed awake for hours because it could not shut that defense off to prepare for the next day, yet I did not feel sleepy, since my brain suppressed everything it deemed unnecessary except survival, and as a result I did not feel exhaustion. That is why I did not feel tired on school days—not because I was rested, but purely because of this pressure. I swear that there, perhaps thousands of times, I imagined acts of extreme retaliation against everyone around me, or—during nearly every minute I spent there—I replayed scenarios of my own disappearance in my mind: falling from a great height, being found afterward, and lingering on the shock it would cause, along with countless other dark imaginings, all just to calm myself even slightly. Whenever I pictured harming others in my thoughts, or imagined my own death, I could find at least a minimal capacity to endure; the anger and frustration inside me had nowhere to go because expressing them was socially forbidden, so they transformed into these kinds of fantasies, and I did not try to stop it, because my inner world was the only thing I had left.

― Atrona Grizel

The fact that people I have parted ways with never engage with me again—never asking how I am, even after years—has always struck me as hypocritical, because the true face underlying every relationship that once felt happy then reveals itself: silent agreements, and indifference are part of it as well. How can someone who laughed with me throughout a relationship suddenly begin to sulk and ignore me as if nothing ever happened once it ends? This can only stem from the fact that, thanks to my trust and affection, I consciously or unconsciously blinded myself to the reality that even the person I once spent time laughing with was actually being governed by social scripts—because such extreme predictability can only indicate that they act according to certain social mechanisms. As the last remnant of my dried-up kind, I am ready to reject all social relationships in advance for this very reason.

― Atrona Grizel

My intelligence has never been valued, and if that is so, then I can use my intelligence in my writing as a tool of aggression; after all, even if I were to shout, no one would care, and thus I have the right to openly belittle everyone I see as stupid.

― Atrona Grizel

My greatest achievement is taking the flowers given to me “for my outstanding achievements” and throwing them straight into the trash—if I even accept them at all, which in most cases, if I have the choice, I do not. Because beauty can never come from institutions; institutions are merely circuses that pluck flowers and then call that beauty.

― Atrona Grizel

A woman cannot be a recluse, because she is outward-oriented, because she depends on attention from the outside, because she can reproduce only when she succeeds in attracting a man to herself—and her entire biological sex is reduced to this, since it is the woman who gives birth and therefore is supposed to be the focal point. For this reason, the woman is self-centered and exhibitionistic, because she is the one who invites, not the one who is invited. Accordingly, her thoughts are also directed toward the outside world, because she constantly thinks about men, trying to decipher their inner nature in order to exploit it and thus seduce them more effectively. Even if she has the capacity for introspection, this too serves first to be expressed outwardly, because a woman lives externally: she always wants to be heard, always wants to be seen, because she is spoiled, because she believes she is entitled to everything simply by possessing a womb. Consequently, when she feels an emotion, she exaggerates it; when she has an idea, she immediately announces it to others, because she cannot be alone. To be alone means to lose external attention, and that is the last thing a woman would want. For a man, however, being a recluse is easy: ignoring women.

― Atrona Grizel

The reason intelligent people think foolishly and write foolish things is that they still try to remain social—that is, they try to reconcile intelligence, which is by nature post-societal, with society. The intelligent person has only one task: to become solitary. But one point is important here—not to fall into loneliness, but to become solitary; that is, to deliberately exile oneself socially and thereby turn entirely toward one’s inner world, nurturing and developing it, until it replaces civilization’s noise. Those who fail to do this, even if they possess an intelligence quotient of 200, end up as people adapted to the world who cannot produce ideas that interest me, which shows that, apart from its bureaucratic meaning, that number does not signify much on its own.

― Atrona Grizel

I must have a name: one that some will fear, some will hate, some will ignore, some will defend, some will quietly admire—but one about which no consensus will ever be reached. Let no one be able to tell me plainly “good” or “bad,” let no one see me along sharp lines as simply “trustworthy” or “untrustworthy.” May the mind of everyone who gets lost in my depth—the depth that swallows molds and labels—be thrown into disarray.

― Atrona Grizel

I accept all scientifically defined biological diseases and neurological disorders, but never emotional, mental, or social “dysfunctions,” because science has no right to intrude into the inner life, which is abstract and therefore radically non-scientific. The inner world is not a toy to be broken into pieces, then classified and defined, and finally sent into a test tube so that civilization can digest it. To scientificate it is to commit blasphemy.

― Atrona Grizel

I want to go north. Or east. Most accurately, northeast—because everyone is fleeing from there.

― Atrona Grizel

Female writers admired especially by young girls share common traits, namely that all their works are built around two themes: sexuality and gender. All other subjects are merely satellites orbiting thes two massive planets. Why do they have to be this way? Men can forget their sexuality, and precisely for that reason they can form friendships; women, on the other hand, are conscious every second of being women, and precisely for that reason they do not know what friendship is. Gossip, love games, “emotional advances,” “sexual cunning,” jealousy, and power plays… none of this is even necessary nor noble. To deal with such things is not humanity; it is simply exposing the primitiveness of one’s own soul. But because they are all the same, these themes become normalized and are presented as if they were a part of life—or rather, as if they should be accepted as natural. The moment I began reading Plath’s diary, a suffocating heaviness settled over me within the very first pages. My breath began to tighten. It could not be this superficial. Even the way the topics are handled resembles that of a child. Flirtations… flirtations… flirtations… what am I supposed to read here? What else do they even live? I forced myself to read dozens more pages in disgust, because I had started reading it at school, had no other book with me, and nothing better to do. When I finally reached around the hundredth page, I stopped, feeling that I had read enough to fully expose what kind of person she is; I was no longer surprised by why young girls like writers of this kind, and I found it unnecessary to think any further about that name.

― Atrona Grizel

Love reveals its true face in the presence of money, because most love is conditional and rests on money, not on the soul. Most people are simply not deep enough, nor can they ever be deep enough, to form an existential companionship. That is why what they dream of is not an artistic or intellectual encounter, but primal fantasies: pleasure and comfort. An existential relationship requires confrontation and courage, and the herd does not possess these. Therefore, the only thing that seems capable of fulfilling their desires is money, because money provides both pleasure and comfort while keeping them away from confrontation and courage. Accordingly, their love is determined by the amount of money—it is measurable, because it is largely a materialistic love. The fact that the economically poor are so difficult to love exposes the true nature of society’s understanding of love: the capitalist’s love—and capitalists cannot love.

― Atrona Grizel

An individual who does not accept society has no place within it, because such people are either locked away in mental institutions or prisons, thereby ensuring society’s conformism and homogeneity—and this is what the state declares as a “safe condition,” because if people are the same, they can be easily conditioned into obedience by the same methods. But if such individuals continue to remain within society, what occurs is what is called “alienation” and “social death,” which is not very different from being locked in cells. This situation corresponds exactly to what is called a “prisoner of conscience,” but it is not acknowledged because it cannot be certified—since, in fact, the very thing that determines this label’s officiality is society itself.

― Atrona Grizel

I don’t love myself; I love being myself.

― Atrona Grizel

Why does sexuality play such an important role in people’s lives? Because a person becomes sexually aroused and wants to soothe that feeling. Then they become aroused again and want to soothe it again. And thus they enter a cycle, because there is no final relief—this is a deliberate evolutionary mechanism designed to keep the individual constantly driven toward sexuality. If biology made a single sexual encounter fully satisfying, reproduction would not occur, and living species would therefore go extinct. For this reason, biology has designed the brain to always feel sexual desire and always feel sexual dissatisfaction as well—that is, the two are structured to continuously fuel each other. Why is it that after having sex dozens, hundreds, even thousands of times, a person never once stops and thinks, “This isn’t working; this is pointless”? Because as animality increases, the perception of sexuality as a cycle diminishes; and since the majority are animal-like, this cycle becomes normalized—and that is what is called “eroticism.”