Mine looks like a contorted black hole that sucks everything around into its center.
I had been like this before, but this time is different. I had tried suicide once before: i tried drinking detol, quite clumsy and painful i would imagine, my mother threw a fit about ‘what the neighbors would say’ – i find her scent now, she stinks.
I never really admitted whether I had depression or not, it seems like something quite subjective and personal. I only know that I feel numb and hopeless and meaningless and sometimes i cry but then that seems pointless as well. though i have so many monetary responsibilities weighing on me and though its excruciatingly difficult to get out of bed in the morning and to feign interest at work and to strike up conversations, which is something i’ve discontinued — i manage to get through the day, with immense struggle. I cant stop thinking about getting home and sleeping, i want to be surrounded in darkness all the time and i want to sleep and never wake up. i find this comfort in the world of dreams and imagination and i feel that reality this taste smell feel reality is evil. in my dreams i am in love i am in the country (i want to cry now) he is chopping fire wood and there are white cats running around and the trees are long and beautiful and they smell as they look like fern trees the cabin is there and all you can hear are hooting birds and the stream up ahead i am filled with this immense joy which i feel is none existent in reality something i will never attain. this is how i fall asleep imagining a beautiful existence. then when i wake up i am stunned by the grogginess and the mundane truth of it all the boredom the death wishes the hate.
nothing excites me anymore ; or if it does it momentous ; and it fades as fast;;;nothing moves me as i find things to be overly predictable and even my bed which provides comfort feels painful and hot and stuffy. i only find solace in sleep and when i wake up i feel groggy and my body is in pain. in sleep i feel powerful and flexible.
Though I see no meaning to life and no purpose, I am crippled by fear of ending it, because of the pain and because of the unknown. Though I feel nothing now, for anyone, I only feel a loathsome nausea creeping when i think of myself. when i think of my friends i think i dont want to be rude to them though losing them means little and nothing.
i would like to die in my sleep. to die dreaming my gorgeous dreams. but then the fear of not knowing what happens after. i would just like to dream.
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There are native american or other cultures that believe we are always dreaming. Your sleeping dream state is the same as your “waking” dream state. We call this state of being, when we’re out of bed running around, our reality, but maybe the sleep-time is also every bit as real. This could be the nightmare reality and the other our relaxed sensual reality with trees, wood chopping, nice cabin and running streams.
I wish I had a book I could direct you to, but I heard a Shaman speak this a month ago.
Randall, I like you but no. Simply no.
Solipsism shouldn’t be encouraged especially when the concept is fucking with the responder’s head to begin with.
I know you’re an old-school buddhist but that hardly absolves your culpability of propagating shit that will get people killed.
Pull your head in.
I am a black hole. It’s my trademark personal analogy.
Oh man, what about all this solipsism bashing?
Said the theist…
Like a black hole, i “suck,” i suck in, everything that isn’t nailed down, by mere magnetism and a “negative” and unparalleled gravitational force, and once you’re in my pull, extreme countermeasures are required to escape it. Once beyond the event horizon, there is no escape; i will draw you closer and faster, as you accelerate helplessly toward my devouring core, at which point i will utterly disintegrate you, particle by particle, then compress you into the tiniest possible space, then spit you out in a cosmic vapor geyser, scattering your quantum bits across the cosmos.
I keep sucking in everything available, as if “searching” for something… but nothing, even everything i can consume, cannot satisfy my cosmic hunger. I will consume and disintegrate and spit out, everything that comes close enough to get sucked in… until i finally become powerful enough to tear myself apart.
The only way a black hole can end, is if it “consumes itself,” or rather, disintegrates itself, fractures, tears itself apart by its own sheer force, and scatters its own core, into small enough pieces which cannot individually generate enough gravity to remain “black hole” status, and sends the parts far enough away from each other, in the cataclysm, that they do not incidentally recombine. (all speculation based on my layman’s gist, superficial grasp of the concept)
I find the black hole comparison rather apt.
My unquenchable thirst for impossible satisfaction will ultimately destroy me… one way or another. I will either consume and process too much of the wrong materials, or i will systematically fragment and disintegrate myself.
My life “sucks.” Like a black hole. I affix the parts i find compatible, while spitting out everything else. I grow more powerful with each addition, but also more unstable, more volatile, more unbalanced. I will either consume and disintegrate my entire surroundings, or i will tear myself apart as i become too “hungry” to control myself.
I once burned so brightly, but too brightly, and expended my fuel too quickly, and then collapsed into myself, generating a super-massive, ultra-high-density core, with unimaginably immense pull. I needed more fuel… i wanted to burn so brightly once more… so i tried to burn everything i could reach, and all that did was make me suck more, harder, and seem more scary.
Sometimes i want to consume the entire universe, sucking it all in, and spitting out quantum particles. But other times, all i want to do is shatter into billions of scattered shards, and stop devouring the universe… because i don’t think any part of the universe i can reach, has anything i want. And it’s certainly not going to turn me back into a star again.
Being an atheist doesnt mean I cannot think about a subject with the premise that all religions are wrong. I always do, otherwise I wouldn’t underatand what any of you are talking about.
one space makes a world of difference:
“a theist” or “atheist.”
I see a lot of people do this with “apart” and “a part.” “Apart” means separate. “A part” (usually used in conjunction with “of”) usually means “with” or “together.” One space is all it takes to convey the opposite meaning.
I was thinking of this several days ago, and it has recurred a few times. This just reminded me of it.
Yes I ment to write theist of course. Also I like the black hole comparison.
thanks. I figured it was just an innocuous typo, wasn’t trying to give you a hard time about it or anything.
But then i just noticed something… peculiar, about what i just wrote:
a part… means “together,” but…
-> apart <– (squeeze them together) means "separate."
Now… why does this make sense? lol.
This is twisting my brain into knots. This is totally triggering an OCD moment for me. I'm like, almost angry at English for this absurdity.
that whole black hole analogy started years ago with a broken heart, and numerous attempts to find a way to express the physical pain in my chest. Sure, hyperbole, fine, but then i started investigating black holes more attentively, and found an astonishing number of useful parallels.
It felt like i had a black hole in my chest, where my heart used to be. I felt like i might literally implode and compress into an invisibly small singularity, at any given moment.
I used to have a sort of… cosmic divinity type of thing going on, where i had to basically invent my own idea of god, because all the conventional ideals seemed so obviously wrong, contradictory, and totally unbelievable… but it felt too lonely to simply strike the idea out entirely, and due to my surroundings, i was actually afraid to “out myself” as an atheist, despite the fact that i found the very concept quite implausible. So i had to invent my own god that actually made sense, just so i could fit in and get along with all the other people who constantly make god references. I expressed and explained this “better idea” to many people, before that heartbreak destroyed my ability and desire to believe such things. I was told i must accept what was inflicted and imposed upon me, regardless of how i felt.
I was always very analytical, but this… changed everything. I was not allowed enough information to understand what had occurred, and so just like almost everything else in my life, i was left to “figure it out myself.” Fuckers. Anyway, after losing both love and “god,” i felt like i had a black hole in my chest. But i took everything in and processed it into particles, analyzed everything to bits, arrived at all the conclusions i could reach “by figuring it out myself,” and then lunged into the most reasonable and probable assumptions, to the best of my ability, with a relentless duty to accuracy and truth.
Guess what. People didn’t like that very much, because i was right, to an uncanny degree, despite being deprived of certain information, which was intentionally omitted to prevent me from figuring out… exactly what i was blatantly told to figure out for myself. As if all the other wasn’t bad enough, i earned the ire of the girl who thought she could manipulate my perception by omitting information that it turns out i didn’t actually need. I guess she didn’t realize i was smarter than her. And it bothers me like you wouldn’t believe, to this day, that her ridiculous tactics were actually effective enough to cause me so much lasting distress and disruption.
So now… i’m very careful about what i allow myself to believe or admit as “fact.” I try to minimize the side effect where my inclination toward skepticism may cause me to reject something unlikely that’s actually true… but i’d rather err on the side of caution, and not “just go believing things,” unless the evidence or indications suggest that should.
Anyway, just… spontaneously felt like sharing some background on that. Make of it what you will. ^^
Since we are beating on english… what do you thing “ghoti” would be pronounced? I’d say “fish”. Why? Well, in “enough” gh is pronounced f, in”many women” o is pronounced i and in “nation” ti is pronounced sh. Just something our English teacher thought us a couple of years ago^^ But I actually like English more than any other language I know.
Do you think that girl did what she did to hurt you or to help you? Sometimes the motivation for an action is more important than the actual consequences.
I get angry as well about how our hypocrite society gets all mad at you when you point out how wrong they are. I stopped trying to argue with people in person because either I am too nervous to get my thoughts straight when I am trying to explain my unpopular opinion or people start to ignore arguments, get emotional or use rhethorical tactics to make me seem stupid.
About the black hole analogy: The more mass a black hole has, the more beautiful stars and planets will orbit it, even if some of them will be eaten up eventually. A stable orbit is possible even around the heaviest black hole (just think about the one in the center of the Milky Way).
yeah, i’d seen the “ghoti” thing before. There are a lot of “gotchas” in English. (well, it seems like a lot, i don’t speak any other languages and have limited experience with any of them, so i can’t do a fair comparison… but it still seems like English has “a lot” of places where it breaks or bends its own rules)
I tend to think of our relation to the cosmos as if we are perceiving things at a rate that makes the universe seem like it’s in slow motion. A black hole can exist in a seemingly stable state for a very long time (relatively speaking). I’ve also considered that we’re like quantum fungus on an atom, in the midst of an explosion… like maybe all those stars are merely particles produced by a cosmic combustion reaction, sort of.
And you’re right: real-time in-person argument is a whole different league. What i call “shady tactics” are maximized… all the fallacies are used as if they are valid, especially “appeal to popularity” and “appeal to authority.” If it’s not popular, it’s wrong. If someone with an official designation disagrees with you, you’re not only wrong, but also inferior! lol…
And this tends to cause me to have what most people consider a “delayed response,” which is entirely tactical on my part, because i actually want them to reveal their own impatience before i say anything, so that i can turn their shady tactic against them, and shift the focus of the argument to their display of obviously ridiculous expectations and irrational demands, rather than having to answer their trick setup question. ;D (actually i just thought of that… usually i delay response because i don’t want to say something i’m not ready to say, because sometimes it takes some thought to properly articulate the right response, which is often under the pressure of impatient opposition, which is really just them trying to push you into a premature and incorrect response, so they can make you look bad…)
Unfortunately, i took it too far and just stopped talking to anyone who indicated that i would have to “debate” or argue with a strongly asserted error. In real life, i usually just quietly criticize them and let them finish talking, and then try not to have anything interesting to say in response, in hopes that they’ll get bored and abandon the conversation, before i feel compelled to correct them. I’ve lost track of how many times i’ve simply stopped responding and waited for the other person’s attention-span to expire, so they’ll just go away. lol.
My depression looks like a fluffy pink Tribble that squeaks and bounces around a lot.
in order to get the metaphor about the black hole right – you had to be a huge star before collapsing on your own self… People can relate themselves to many statuses and states but without ever confirming how they even get there in the first place ?
Not that I apply anything – I myself relate to a blazar for many years unfortunately… only sometimes showing a bit of light of what I used to be, but even that is twisted, short-timed and hardly approaching the concept of Light that could give a life or steer someone through the darkness as I was once good at – when myself I am lost to the blackness.
But the analogy about continuous hunger for searching the information that could give your being a meaning – this concept is called – be the restless – when nothing could satisfy you – even when the quality and quantity of information should be good (nowadays quite the accomplishment) – because you simply turn it into worthless disinformation.
Still this state begins with a very dysfunctional families in young age (but with highly intelligent parents – you had to get your genes from someone) or symptom called the cold shoulder – when the deficiency of love and the right information that should formed your little self made you uncompleted. It is simple – you cannot try to build the house when beginning with a roof and forgetting the basic foundation.
Or there is the second case – when your obsession for knowledge, new experience and new information have good impact… that is the drive power for scientists, explorers, inventors, the real artists and pioneers… (people that tend to decrease in their amounts because I doubt there is something that has a value worth to give your life for… and of course, not to mention we are much stupider with much lower IQ and ? (total quotient) than our ancestors…
Being a black hole is not so sad, what is sad when you aren’t the primordial one but the once huge shining (dead) star – the poor excuse of gravity and electromagnetism that can only stay put, unable to change its location forever dwelling in its own made grave pits and even if you manage to attract something towards you all you are capable of is destroying it and unable to off yourself only waiting when come actually the bigger evil and tears you apart….
oh, I like me some good astronomical metaphors… Doctor Jung was fond of it, too. I guess it come from the logic – that ‘we indeed came and are made from stars’…
‘The wisdom is written in the stars’ and ‘wise beings follow the light’… the world is based the same way… it is funny someone would beg to differ and creating the mess that we can see happening to the world. But we are heading downtown too – how many years the prognosticators give our existence? 50 years. Yeah, well…
It was stupid of me not to be born 30 years before.