Allergic to Inauthenticity: A Short Story of Spiritual Survival

 “The Eye Roll, the Small Talk, and the Spiritual Identity Crisis” (a short story based on actual events in the multiverse) Written by; Annette Aviles

I'm Allergic, but not to nuts!

So, there I was…At a family gathering. You know the vibe—chips in one bowl, judgments in the other. I walk in, fully charged with activated awareness, my soul practically glowing, but of deep diving into timelines and spiritual downloads, I find myself stuck in the sacred ritual of small talk.

"So… how about this weather? ""Oh yes, I heard Mercury is in microwave again!"

I’m trying. Really. But I can feel my soul slowly leaving the chat. I’m out here speaking words that feel like I’m doing manual labor with my throat chakra. And then it happens. I say something—innocent, possibly divinely channeled—and I catch the eye roll.

Oh yes.

THE eye roll. The sacred gesture of spiritual disapproval & skepticism.

And that’s when it hit me…You didn’t think I saw you, did you? Muhm. I felt it before I saw it. I’m not just intuitive—I’m satellite-calibrated now. Your judgment registered in my field like a comic side-eye and misguided as shitty noise,

Now, younger me? She would've spiraled. Explained. Over-functioned. Maybe even shape-shifted into whatever version made people comfy.

But current-me? Post-breakdown-me? The-me-who’s-had-a-cosmic-upgrade-and-sleeps-12-hours-if-needed-me?

She just sipped her tea (herbal, obviously) and moved straight to the kids’ table. Where authenticity is king, everyone has glitter on their face, and no one questions your worth because you talk to plants.

Still, a voice whispered,

“Is this antisocial behavior?”

But nah.

I’m not antisocial…I’m just allergic to inauthenticity now.

And honestly? It’s never felt better., and I'm the healthiest I've ever been.