I'm pretty pleased with where I am right now. Found a nice groove and I'm riding high. The only problem I've got right now is that I'm not dating my gorgeous best friend, but I'm working on winning her over so with a bit of luck that'll change soon.
Doclector is always real, the dude has his share of problems but he keeps working at them. We are all in your corner, man.Glass Joe said:Thanks for being so real with us dude. That wasn't emo at all. Big respect.Doclector said:Okay, here's a fair warning. You may have noticed I haven't been such a whiny ***** in a while. Sure, there was that whole anger thread, but I'd hardly catagorise that that under "whiny". I've been making a genuine effort not to do this so much anymore. One of the main reasons I like forums is that I like to discuss things and entertain people. Nobody wants to discuss my issues for obvious reasons, and beyond laughing at my attempts to reach that "humanity" thing, it isn't funny. Of course, at the same time, my mind would have to decide to give me the biggest, most brutal beating I've had in a while. So this is gonna be, to be frank, emo. It's going to be so emo, I actually might harm myself a little. Not to be more emo, but as punishment for being emo, as an attempted aversion therapy from being emo.
Jesus, this has become a wall of text before I even got to the spoiler tag. Let's get this weak ass shit over with.
Well, I feel strange about my life. I'll say I've felt worse, but I've felt far better. Something that hasn't reared it's head for a while has come back in; Loneliness. Simple isolation. It feels like so long since it happened that for a while, I couldn't identify this feeling properly. This is because after all the crap I went through in college (most of it my own fault, but still, it all made me tire of people a little, especially seeming as it felt like I could never understand them), I was happy to go on summer break and be away from them for a little while. I didn't hate people like I did before, but I still felt far from them, I didn't feel too much of a need for company. Coming away from uni, I felt genuinely sad to leave. I felt genuine sadness about my friends one by one leaving as I chose a late time to finally move out for summer. Hell, sometimes I found it hard not to cry. It was all for the first time, y'see. That's the thing about having a childhood that couldn't be called as such. All your "firsts" get delayed, and nobody really seems to understand or remember how much of a big deal this kind of stuff is for the first time it happens.
For this reason, I guess, I feel lonely. And it all reminds me how far from humanity I feel. It seems strange to say, but I barely feel human at all most of the time. What is human? I would have to act like a human being. For the majority, I don't act like a normal human being. I wonder whether I even think like one. I don't look like what it seems a picture of a "human" has become. Point is, no matter what the truth in the matter is, no matter what side of that human line I'm on, I feel seperate from normal people. I feel like nobody can ever understand me, and I can't fully understand normal people.
I long for a group of misfits and outsiders. Where I'd fit. I played that "loneliness" game that was mentioned in the latest episode of extra credits, and that taught me something about myself, that I crave interaction deep down inside, but I don't even tend to bother with "normal" groups anymore. I'll rush headlong into anything out of the ordinary, in the hope that I've found others like me.
I've made friends, plenty of them, but I can't really bring myself to open up to any of them fully. I joke, I hint, but I can't confess. I guess it's for the same reason that I don't want to play the emo on here. I like to entertain people. I am no crying clown. I no longer feel it my duty to entertain, I like to. I feel ten times better about myself when I make somebody laugh. I don't wait for meetings with people in the hope that they'll cheer me up, I await meetings with people in the hope that I can cheer them up, which'll cheer me up. I can't figure out whether that's selfish or not.
I'm paranoid as well. Nothing new. But I find myself more ready to admit it now.
Then there's anger. That post I made may have been made at a low, but none of it was a lie. I wouldn't say I fear it though. A little anger's good for motivation, and while a lot of anger's bad, I feel I'm a lot better prepared than all these people who will walk around holding it in, denying that they feel like ripping someone apart. You can't stop an impulse which you won't even admit.
I guess overall I feel like I'm slowly inching towards understanding my problems. But the question still bothers me as to whether I can ever understand normal people, or whether I can ever be understood. Hell, you're probably screaming "BULLSHIT!" at the screen right now.
Rightly so. You read through all that shit, you deserve a chocolate covered celebrity of your choice.
I guess I feel like I have a lot to do, which is daunting and exciting in equal measure.
Ah fuck, why did I do that? Now I need cider.
Persevere man. I can't imagine being separated from a family I started in such a way but you'll find a way to be together some how. Love her and your boy as much as you can. Who knows what opportunities will lead you back to them?airwolfe591 said:SNIP