[ WP ] You are 100 % convinced that you are the sole surviving member of the human race , despite the fact that today is your first appointment with a shrink for the very same reason .

I scribbled on my pad as I listened to my psychologist. I insisted on having something to do during our session – sitting on a couch and answering questions seemed pointless. The end result yielded nothing tangible, nothing useful, and nothing even symbolically beautiful. It was a waste of time, and I didn ’ t have any need for that. 
 
 “ Just look around… ” The psychologist pleaded. “ There are so many people in the world. Almost seven billion different people. ” 
 
 “ I know. ” I said, as I continued to scratch on the paper. 
 
 “ So, how can you also believe you are the sole surviving human? ” 
 
 I wanted to leave this question open. I was hoping he could think hard enough and figure it out. I was hoping I wouldn ’ t have the spell it out for him. But, alas, he wasn ’ t human, and so he didn ’ t understand. 
 
 The psychologist sighed. “ Well, our time is up today. You can pay at the front counter. ” 
 
 I stayed on the couch for a few moments, and finished my drawing. The doctor waited for me, tapping his foot impatiently, but he waited nonetheless. 
 
 When I finished, I decided that this is the time I would answer. I stood up, holding the pad in my hand. I flipped it around for him to see – it was a drawing of his wife and son, a recreation of the picture he had displayed at the front counter. I handed it to him and told him that he could have it. He smiled, and thanked me profusely. 
 
 “ There are so many people, sure, so many homo sapien animals out there, but there aren ’ t any humans left. ” I told him, turning towards the door. “ I live in a world that worships money and lies. I live in a world where creativity is lost among us, generosity has been destroyed. The fabric of community has fallen apart in a world where animals pretend to place meaning on sacred constructs, like marriage, only to flee once things get tough, like an animal. I go to an institution that pretends to care about me for an hour, but the reality is that there isn ’ t any care left, there ’ s only greed. I live in a world where we could choose to educate our people, and share our knowledge, but we insist on bombing people who don ’ t think exactly like us, like animals. I live in a world where we could share our goods freely, and contribute to a healthy society, but we don ’ t because too many people would take advantage of the situation, to steal or do nothing at all – like animals. I live in a world where those who have the power to do good use that power to help themselves, like animals proving they are the alpha in their pack. I live in a world where people pretend to be humans, but are actually all animals. ” 
 
 “ But I am different. I want to help. I don ’ t care that I spent twenty years learning to be a doctor, my time is worth the same as anyone else ’ s, and I will heal those who need it for free, because I ’ m human. I don ’ t care that I can draw, I want to share my art, because it creates smiles and warmth – this is human. I don ’ t care how difficult a promise is to fulfill, I will keep it, because it ’ s human. And when I see the shortcomings of people, I have realized, I am the last human.'' 
 
 The psychologist swallowed in his chair as he slunk deeper into the fold. “ So, next session in one week? ” He asked meekly. 
 
 I shook my head. Fucking animal.
