Free Write: EARLY MUSINGS AND MISUNDERSTANDINGS OF NIETZSCHE BEFORE WE BOTH WENT INSANE

I miss the world’s stage. 
I miss the immediacy.
When nothing else could possibly matter. 
I was so good at shutting out until they asked to let me in.

Why would I champion the practice that hurt me?
Pulled me from safety, stripped me naked-
Did it?
Or did I fight a mere bubble bath?

Was I so scared of being naked in front of my peers, my industry, my world that I awakened a Bull who blamed the bumps and bruises on the layout of the store? A wordy yelp review for the Mom & Pop who only wanted one, mildly nice vacation along the shore.

But, no.
The system is stronger than that.
The bath asked me to be the Bull
No. The bath asked you to NOT be a bull-
The bath asked nothing of you.

But 
the bubbles would wash you away, revealing a slimy, over-fed rat incapable of anything substantial-
Is that true?

Or would the bath reveal an animal unknown?
Kept from creation due to paralyzing fear of the long, confused pause before someone decided to speak, to name.