Few years ago, I was a dead boy walking down the school’s corridors. Walking back, forth, between rooms for each class, and from there back to the empty house.
I always had knew what was expecting me at that house.
I always feared from those ‘good’ days. I was so.. under pressure, I could have felt that life is a – if you enjoy today, tomorrow you will be in sorrow, and if you are really lucky, your suffering will start from the same day you dared to fucking smile.
I kept my mouth shut for so long, didn’t feel anyone around me. They were merely humans to my own eyes. I perceived them as distortions in my own world.
I always had the dream of going somewhere really far away, from all of those who aren’t in control of their anger and needs, and there for are toxic [example: most of my family which now I have no connection to].
I felt that if a human being is manipulating his own kids for his needs, then something must be pretty fucked up and un-human in their mind.
Even further, I became so scared of being hurt, being blamed, being yelled at, being unable to have normal friendships that I practiced my “emotional intelligent” to the max.
As I grew old, I became a psychopath [ how surprising, lol ?]. I remember being 11, going and kicking around cats, I loved the feeling of abusing them, I still don’t know how I got over that to be honest, or if I even did.
Also when fishing, I tested my ability to go beyond abusive, but caught fishes and used their eyes as my new bait [took them straight out with the hook when they were alive] to catch others.
I remember feeling the need to murder my own brother at age 9 [If I remember right]. I hated him for being so rude to me. I had pleasure of the feeling that I would be sent away somewhere, and would [probably] won’t need to talk to my parents anymore.
I hated my dad too, such an asshole. I still have dreams of beating the shit out of him.
– I never FEEL alive, but when I had sex, skydiving, or any other extreme sport. Each other day is senseless to me –
I remember having nightmares of people dying, later on, each night I had the same dream. It was me running away from zombies, or mutants, or… what ever it were. There was no other human in my dreams. I was the sole person in this world, unable to communicate with other face-like-human creatures, or people I saw in my dreams.
– those dreams first showed when I was 5 or 6.. but they became daily after few years.
Few years later, eight or nine grade, I become aware of other’s people complicity.
It took me time, I never thought about it. It becomes harder to over see the outcomes of social meetings and tougher to manipulate people to what I want.
I started to analyze my friends, and when there was a girl I liked, I would’ve done things to get close to her. I would never manipulate her as much as I could’ve, but would definitely say things I didn’t even felt or meant, but knew they would pool the right strings. I did it so expertly that they had never noticed.
I became so good at it, that I already know how to friend 99% of who I meet with and earn their trust at merely days or hours.
Reading this, would probably make many of you sick, or perhaps un-amused. I never hurt some one, and keep my knowledge and abilities to myself. I understand today what is to hurt someone, and therefor I don’t use people or manipulate them no more. I just live my life aside. All I wish is to be out from here. I don’t want to be around people, I don’t like them. Even about girl friend is something I merely can maintain [and by that I mean to relationship]. It feels like something gets to close to me. And I’m afraid there is someone who would see my real self as much as I can see of others. I wanna stay low profile. I’m better at this, than unleashing the kraken.
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Interesting. You should write a book.
why? and what about ?
I like my privacy more than anything. Being a “keen shy guy” is always my best mask to wear, if I plan to get people to put trust on me at first sight. Because it is always hearbreaking when the shy one gets really nice to you.
I just think it would be interesting to read a book written from your point of view. It could be about a murderer, a corrupt politician, a flying singing banana, etc.
“…sex, skydiving or any other extreme sport.”
Hmmmmm…
That came out wrongly, but funny tho.
It sounds like you took a lot of damage growing up, and as a result are unable to really connect with or trust the world. But it also sounds like you’re self-aware enough not to hurt others, and kept that part of you in check. Maybe with the right help you could move on from some of that damage?
sadly real life isn;t as idyllic as the movies. once the damn is broken, once the teeth taste blood is there any going back?
Might be. My plan was taking care of myself and being the best I can [ aka – having the monetary ability to buy my life back]
Your not a psychopath.
https://youtu.be/gyyzAIwPyh4
How can you tell?
we all have ways we cope and reasons for it you care about others your not a physico your speaking up that’s good it’s healthy keep it up