i’m feeling very unstable today. I don’t really know how to describe it. It’s like anxiety i guess, but without the active intensity part. I don’t feel “nervous” or “frightened” or anything like that… just very lethargic and scattered… like oppressively lethargic, to the point where i’d struggle to do anything physical at all. I should cut the grass, but i feel so… “weak and powerless,” and completely disinclined, like i just don’t give a shit. I’ll probably go do it right after this, and it’ll probably suck as much as i remember… but that’s not what’s stopping me. I don’t mind doing it, but i just feel like shit… less than shit. Everything sucks, even the few things that aren’t that bad. Like, hey, i have a decent water-cooled gaming PC… but it’s just “decent,” and it’s not even close to what i’d build if i could afford it. Okay it’s “close,” but it’s a system i’ve been gradually adding and upgrading parts for a while now, and will likely never reach the potential i intended to maximize, when i first started this system, almost 3 years ago. Everything sucks and i have no future, and i’ve been stuck in this fucked situation for several years now, with no hope of any chance to significantly improve anything. There are no jobs i could get which would pay enough. There are no jobs i could get which would not suck too much (“too much” is the operative segment there). The only possible work i could get, would be both insufficiently rewarding, and excessively onerous… and just downright unpleasant, which would actually result in a net-loss. There are no people i could meet, worth meeting, and neither can i be worth meeting, to anyone. I know i’m not what anyone wants, and it’s because i can’t be. People read that and want to dismiss and trivialize it as “making excuses.” Well, fuck you, those-people. If you won’t even bother to listen, then you’re just another stupid problem i don’t need in my life. I’m weary of trying to encompass all of my relevant experiences and circumstances into words… and even if i could, it wouldn’t matter. It just doesn’t matter. All the important stuff is stuff i can’t change, and so the only available possibility is to exist in ways i find excruciatingly unacceptable, and incessantly exhausting. Even being aware of my own existence is exhausting now.
I suppose it’s ironic that i sometimes define, or rather, view (as in “from an alternate angle”), my disinclination and refusal to strive to participate in a world and as a person in which i will never want to be… as “self-preservation.” If i weren’t so deteriorated, to the point of being nearly incapacitated, i’d probably be dangerous. As long as i don’t “recover” and become powerful, i won’t really have to worry about anyone seeing me as a threat. But the cost… is a bit high; perhaps higher than, even i, even realize. And that’s a bit of an understatement. But comparatively, i’m not sure which cost is worse, because i don’t think my best could ever possibly gain me enough improvement, in enough of the right ways, to be worth trying. And there’s one of those invitations for the “excuse-accusers” again. On one hand, i feel insulted when someone accuses me of “making excuses,” but on the other, i scrutinize their motives, and why they think “making excuses,” for myself, is a bad thing. Why shouldn’t i excuse myself? Maybe i should? Why shouldn’t i find a way to make sense of my own circumstances, and find a way to see things, that doesn’t require me to feel whatever it is i don’t want to feel? Hm?
For all the times someone has put me on the spot like that, it’s amazing how often those same people will then proceed to blatantly contradict themselves, without even realizing, by saying something like “it’s all about how you see it,” or “it’s all about choosing to see it differently, from a different perspective.”
Well… i’m choosing to see certain things from a perspective that is compatible with my very nature, and attempting to make things easier on myself, because my life has been far too difficult, and seldom has any of my relentless perseverance ever “paid off.” I put everything i had, every bit of myself, into everything i was ever allowed to choose… and nothing ever worked out. Whether that means “i simply wasn’t good enough,” or “just unlucky,” doesn’t really matter much, since the result is what it is: misery and a desire to exit, despite the endless and deeply appreciative lust for life, which never went away, after being developed through every moment of strife.
I want to live, but i can’t. I CAN’T! I can’t. I’m not unable “because i tell myself i can’t,” but rather, i admit my limits and failures, and acknowledge that the requirements were beyond what i was able to produce, even at my peak. I’m being real with myself, because that’s the only way to ever get to the bottom of “me,” and figure out exactly what i need to do, to make anything work out… that is, if there even is anything left to try, which might actually work out. And if there is, i just don’t see it as a realistic, reasonably justifiable expectation or probability. Sure, it’s technically plausible that i could make something happen… but the odds are so absurdly long and low, that it would be completely ridiculous for me to think i’ll actually make it… unless i can figure out something i’m missing, which would actually change… any of the stuff that really needs to change, and in a sustainable way, so that i don’t have to “overspend” myself, just to maintain it. I can’t overspend what i don’t even have. If i get into something and run out of “self” to give… it will all fall apart, taking part or most of me with it, and that will just be that. I’d like to avoid unnecessary, superfluous failures, especially in implausible pursuits. If i’m going to fail, i want to only fail at my best, while striving for something i can *actually* do. If i fail, i want it to be MY fault. I’m so fucking tired of being thwarted by “other people” and their… willfully ignorant and inconsiderate extended impacts on an environment i have no choice but to share, in order to even exist. Last i checked, having my own space is still too expensive, and there are no options available for me to afford it. At least, not anything “plausible.”
And all this just weighs so heavily, and never really goes anywhere. I’m just lucky to be able to distract myself from it, occasionally for an extended period, but usually just for an extended moment or few. I’ve had no other choice but to rely on distractions, for so long, that they don’t really work very well anymore, and so now, all this bothers me even while i’m distracting myself, which means i never really get a break from it.
After feeling so lethargic and demotivated, that i felt i had to nearly force myself to write anything at all… some of you may be wondering: “why bother?” “why write?” “why would anyone care how you feel right now, today, or any other day?” “why would you want to share any of this?”
I don’t know. I guess i just get to the point where i feel this is shaking and rattling me to pieces, and i’m so saturated by despair, i have to do something. This tends to be the least potentially destructive thing i can do, and can also be construed as beneficial, for me… because at least i’m writing, at least i’m confronting, regardless of reduced capacity, the chaos abound inside me.
You might not be able to see or feel it from where you are, and maybe not even if you were next to me… but i’m tormented at all times, and usually screaming inside. And i don’t mean screaming words at people, i mean just screaming. “AAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHH!!!…” Like someone shackled to a steel table, hooked up to electrodes, being skinned alive, with veins full of poison and salt in their eyes… and by the only person they’ve ever truly connected with… while she laughs like the devil, betraying her widely believed disguise. And the onlookers say “stop making excuses!” and “you deserve it!” and “just change your mind!” with menacing scowls and maniacal laughter… haunting hoots, hollers and howls… while awaiting their turn to wield the knives.
I think people would treat me very differently, by and large, if only i could achieve and maintain the position to impose consequences for their transgressions.
I don’t want to die without revenge… but neither do i want to live miserably, solely for revenge.
I want a different life, a different body, a different identity… to start again, anew, as something completely else.
And it has absolutely nothing to do with “hating myself.” I got over that bullshit a long time ago. I don’t and won’t hate myself… but as long as i am me, i’m stuck connected to “all these things i hate revolve around me.”
I would have liked to be me, exactly who i am and was, but with entirely different and flourish-conducive surroundings.
But existing keeps me trapped and tapped-into this hell i IN NO WAY created for myself.
As time wears on, it wears on me, and today, i feel particularly unstable.
I’m trying so hard not to break… but i’m all bent out of shape, and i just can’t handle much more bending.
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Have that edgy feeling, like you didn’t get nearly enough sleep and your eyes are sore? Like everything’s just whirling around your head and you’d try to bat at it to swat it away, but it’s probably moving too fast and you’d miss it by a mile? If so, yeah, me too.
more like… got plenty of sleep, but still feel too weak to even try to swat at anything. Like i said, ijdek how to even describe it. “i’m depressed.” Just doesn’t seem to get the meaning across. And it’s not like i don’t know why i’m depressed, either. I do. It’s just that there are so damned many reasons, and so many relevant interconnections among all of it, that it’s prohibitively complicated and convoluted… and since i’m so lethargic and scattered, i can’t really even begin to verbalize it sufficiently. I kinda want to just lie down and die. And i kinda feel like that might actually be possible at this point.
Here’s a song for you: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NYR4AjMAX7g
you should go to Emo University, i hear they’re giving out free scholarships to people who win the Most Emo Award and i think you have a great chance of winning it
i’m not sure whether to say what i really want to say, or just delete your comment.
Do they have an Emu University? I’d totally win a scholarship there.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TAN_V6BXMcE
“I hope you think of me now [x2]
So when I die take my body and mind
Put it in the ground
Where words won’t even make a sound
The alpha the omega
From the very start to the end
Nothing will last can’t live the past
From a newborns eyes to man’s tragic demise
The alpha the omega
From the very start to the end
Nothing will last can’t live the past
From a newborns cry to man’s final goodbye
No way out just face the facts
Don’t doubt and just relax
Our words mean nothing
It’s all pointless
When it’s all said and done
No need to run
You live and you learn
Life runs it’s course
And then you burn
The alpha the omega
From the very start to the end
Nothing will last can’t live the past
From a newborns eyes to man’s tragic demise
The alpha the omega
From the very start to the end
Nothing will last can’t live the past
From a newborns cry to man’s final goodbye
Then the world we know will close our eyes
And in this fall our words will die
And then we all fall into open earth
There is no legacy left
When our reservation with death
Has closed our eyes for an eternal lonely life
And then we all fall
Into open earth
Our words will die
Into open earth
And then we fall
Into open earth
Our words will die
Into open earth
And then we fall
Into open earth
And then we fall
Into (With our words)
Open earth
And then we fall
Into (With our words)
Open earth
And then we fall
Into (With our words)
Open earth
And then we fall
Into”
…you can substitube “ground” for “hurricane” if it helps.
There are some who say that life is largely a matter of perspective. In order to be a winner you must first adopt a winning attitude. You must be an AmeriCAN, not an AmeriCAN’T.
I hope you’re able to find a way to turn that frown upside down.
Good luck, CN.
“There are no people i could meet, worth meeting, and neither can i be worth meeting, to anyone”
Hm. Are you really certain about that? What would a person be like that is worth meeting for you? And why do you say that it isnt worth meeting you? Many here appreciate what you write, and that doesnt only have to do with your writing skills.
Availability is paramount.
What does exist, only counts if i can reach it. Who does exist, only counts if they want me to reach them.
So, i suppose my “ideal” would be someone who prefers me over something technically better and/or more accessible.
I think it’s a safe bet, there’s no such thing, no such person, who will ever be available for me.
Whether i’m “certain,” isn’t really the point. All this time without any indication of such a person, has added up to years and miles of shit i just can’t get past, and worn me down to almost nothing.
I’m pleased that some people have been able to appreciate the content and/or phrasing in some of my writings, even if the writing itself isn’t technically all that good. It’s funny how my writing is very similar to how my guitar playing always was: i suck at composition, but have good ideas, a comfortable understanding and natural command of my tools, and can pull off some killer riffs. Both of which are reflections of my personality: i can do certain things extraordinarily well, but i just can’t put it all together and make it matter. I do the same thing with gaming. I either demonstrate exceptional skill in certain areas, or achieve capable mediocrity across the board. I’m only ever “bad” at anything, if it’s something i haven’t learned. There are too many things i never had the opportunity to learn and develop, and now i likely never will. It’s recursive and cyclical. I was denied the opportunities to become worthy of those same opportunities… so that then turned into the most common excuse to continue denying my opportunities. No one wants to be the teacher; they want someone who’s already experienced. Now, not only do i lack that experience and the subsequent development of those desirable traits… i’m also many years worth of deteriorated and just too far gone. But hey, they’ll all feel justified by the fact that i never became good enough to justify being allowed the opportunity to become better. And they’ll blame me, say it’s my own fault for what others chose to disallow, and forget all about it. That’s the world; that’s humanity… that’s why i want out. Any good i could do, just doesn’t matter, because i’m not the one they want that good to come from. It has to come from anyone but me. If it can only come from me, they don’t want it. I guess it was just that easy for anyone to see i wasn’t what anyone wanted. I ended up losing loads of time to people who insisted that wasn’t true, despite the world never having changed its tune.
“technically better and/or more accessible”
I suppose that means “richer and better looking”? If so, then Ill have to agree: I prefer someone as well who likes my personality more than my appearance. And I even hate others for doing the opposite: It is probably one of the stronger sources of why our society is made up of idiots.
“Availability is paramount.”
I talked about that to my therapist as well, and she said: The more people you get to know the higher are the chances that there will be someone worth meeting. Makes kinda sense. So the problem isnt actually the availability of people worth meeting, but rather the lack of strength to continue meeting people and the belief that the chances to meet a worthy person are smaller than what they actually are, wouldnt you agree?
Since there are so many other people who have found worthy friends, we are either just very unlucky or we have “special” requirements towards others which rule out most of mankind as possible friends or we arent able to take he necessary steps to initiate a friendship (I would put myself in all three categories).
“The more people you get to know the higher are the chances that there will be someone worth meeting.”
*if such a person does, in fact, exist at all. Meeting everyone who exists, won’t manifest the existence of someone who otherwise did not exist. So, if such a person does not exist, going out and meeting the entire world, is not going to find that such a person. From all i’ve seen, i’d have to reasonably expect no such person exists *for me. Though i’m sure other people would and have found a person who treated them in such a way that was quite similar to what i described… which tends to make those people think i should also be able to find someone, which doesn’t logically follow, because they and i are different. Maybe if we were identical, and they had a source of available persons like the one they found, to show me where to find such a person, then i would think it was a valid conclusion to suggest that i should also be able to find someone like that. But that part never happens. So i don’t think it works that way.
Also, if you keep looking for the right person in the wrong place, all you’re ever going to find is the wrong people. So not only do they have to exist and be available and accessible, you have to pretty much “know” where to look, and how to know when you’ve found them. Would you know? Would it be obvious? Or would it be one of those things you only find out about 10 years later after she’s married some other guy, finished having kids, and feels too heavily invested to make a change?
Availability is indeed paramount… but then again, i’m tired of having to try so hard to find just one.
And you’re right, special requirements, because “most people are stupid,” and i can’t deal with that on a regular basis. Someone who isn’t stupid but still likes me? AND is available and accessible? Impossible! It’s just too unlikely. I would classify it as implausible. And yeah i’m mostly talking about a mutual romantic interest with a female, but the same type of things mostly still apply to platonic relations… i just don’t care about that end of it nearly as much. I can be friendly and “get along” with just about anyone. But i apparently would need to be a superhero, or at least a pimp, to have any female physically attracted to me. And without that, well, the rest just doesn’t even matter. I’m not willing to live, not even able to live, without that part of life. Some people might think that’s “stupid” or whatever… but it is what it is. It’s just not worth it without that part.