I thought I was happy

One solitary, still, small voice, whispered in the furthest recesses of my brain that my thinking was faulty, but what could I do? 'Worldly Wisdom' was the only counsellor I knew back then and his voice reverberated through every book, every article, and every piece of information I could find. And so, in fear, I faced the wild beast and extended a hand in friendship. I expected him to lash out with a mange-ridden paw and claw my hand to shreds, but what followed was far more painful. He padded imperiously forward and made his lair in my heart. He breathed his fetid breath on my face - I tried to recoil in horror and revulsion of being so close to something foul, but 'Worldly Wisdom' was instantly behind me preventing me from running and whispering his advice into my ear.

"Breathe him in. Breathe him deep. His breath may seem noxious, but in truth it is sweet, so sweet that any other breath is harmful to you now. You will live forever intoxicated by the beast, for to deny him is to deny yourself. He is you. All that you are, all that you can ever become, comes from him."

The heavy, sickly fumes enveloped my senses. Nightmares filled my brain. The horrors of unwelcome; deformed lust filled my mind. At first I was disgusted, but slowly, imperceptibly, I changed. Nightmares became Dreams. Dreams became Longings. Longings became Cravings. Cravings became Necessities. And Necessities? They became Rights.

For a while I thought I was happy.