I remember myself as a young kid, around 3-4 y. o.
Enjoying the days, seeing though life, and loving each moment.
I used to love researching bugs and examining the whole town I lived in.
That passion have stayed with me untill around age 11…
Now I’m 21, and right now, at this moment, I feel so null.
I don’t feel actually, anything. I can’t explain it but…. It’s like I’m lacking the ability to feel.
I’m not using medication or drugs to deal with my problems. I think my body has always had its own ways of keeping me (relatively) sane.
I’m feeling like good to go on my plan.
At my hardest times, I always liked singling out from society, and really putting the effort on me and on my problems. And then, afterward, I used to get back to socialize with people and friends. As if I was reborned.
Does anyone of you do the same? Like, really, leaving society aside, and focusing on your work/studies/ weight/ or other problems?
I would love to know that.
Also, does anyone here feels a serious lack of ability to feel?
Is it permanent in your case? Or just temporary due to hard times?
waiting for your answers guys.
Anyway stay strong, be brave, yours psychopath – Jac.
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Do you know what the word psychopath means? Is not the same as psycho.
No enlighten us on the difference..
I mean as I feel like lack of feelings or lack of… understanding other’s feelongs
You sound like a garden-variety introvert to me. All these people-problems are overwhelming after a while. Everyone is always going hysteric over reality TV and they get all bent out of shape about the surface appearance of things, like some superstitious taboo in a voodoo culture. It’s exhausting.
And I suspect that if I had a serious lack of ability to feel, I wouldn’t know it because I wouldn’t be able to feel it. So maybe, and I’m not aware of it. I dunno.
To feel? I feel too much. I cry for trees that fall. I hit a butterfly with my car and went back to check on it. Then cried because I killed it. I drown with every sea turtle that gets tangled in balloons. I can’t enter stores that sell animals. I give money to homeless people and cry for their humiliation at having to beg. Yep. I feel too much.