
Makko
Iä!
- Jan 17, 2021
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Not sure if this post is worth the disproportionately huge effort it took to write it, but there's no point in joining this site just to muck up other people's threads, so here goes.
I've lurked for a few months before joining, reading about methods and people's experiences. I appreciate the heartfelt disposition of the people in this community and the unsugared honesty of their confessions. Most who write here are in deep trouble. Crippling depression, chronic pain, degenerative illness, financial destitution, domestic and sexual abuse, the works. Just about every misfortune that could befall a person is represented. I don't have any of that.
There are many complaints about the burden of having to pretend. Pretend to be happy when you're sad. Pretend you care when you don't. Pretend you don't care, when you do. I have the opposite problem. Being fake is easy and being genuine is hard. I can roleplay just about anything, as long as I don't have to reveal what I actually feel or think. I've ever revealed my genuine thoughts and feelings in person to anyone in my life. Not once. On rare occasions, I've tried posting them anonymously online. That produced me some awkward responses. This forum is no different. Maybe this one thread will be?
I feel like an alien in exile. People are like a different, disguisting species. This is not a philosophical standpoint. It's the physical things. The way they look, move, smell and sound. It's intolerable. It's the same feeling I'd guess most others get when they see an extremely enlarged picture of some slimy, wriggly slug or other crawlie. Nobody can or should be engaged with. Nothing feels real. And I don't have anything to blame this on. It was like this to start with. I'd escape into the mountains and never meet a person again, if my body was hardy enough for such a life. It grieves me deeply that it isn't.
So I've been evading people and their unwelcome affections ever since I gained self-awareness. I don't touch or get touched by anyone at all except at the hairdresser. People fill their lives with each other, and since I can't do that, instead I fill life with work. I used to work 100% and study 200% until I got five different degrees. I thought that would make me look diligent to employers, but I was advised to leave out at least two of those degrees from my resume. Apparently it didn't exactly make me look diligent, it rather made me look disturbed. So now I don't study anymore, instead I just work as long as I'm awake, without holidays or vacations. Except for maybe an hour in the evening for relaxing at home. I'm a final stage workaholic. There are no 12 step programs because ain't nobody wasting good working hours on that. Seeing my monthly results feels pretty great. Almost as great as coming home and having a little time to myself. But not too much time, or I'd derealize completely.
A bit of background is that I moved from East Asia to Europe with my immediate family when I was about 11, with a large extended family left in Asia. Since then, my parents have left, but I'm still here at 28. Now I don't have anyone here. No family, no friends, nothing. There's no bonding with people for me, and that doesn't bother me. It does bother me that it doesn't bother me. Being 100% alone is a very weak position to be in. It turns the simplest practical things into a menace and in the long term it will be my undoing. I don't want to enjoy it. But I enjoy it in the same way some people enjoy alcohol and heroin, so there won't be "just go home" or "just find someone" for me. Being sober is worse than the addiction.
All that being said, I'm not suicidal, at least not currently, but I reflect a lot on the topic of suicide. I enjoy coming up with more or less fanciful methods that would make death an exciting experience. My life is stable now, but it will take very little for everything to fall apart, and when that happens, I need to have something up my sleeve.
I'm not the only one here like this, am I? Come on.
I've lurked for a few months before joining, reading about methods and people's experiences. I appreciate the heartfelt disposition of the people in this community and the unsugared honesty of their confessions. Most who write here are in deep trouble. Crippling depression, chronic pain, degenerative illness, financial destitution, domestic and sexual abuse, the works. Just about every misfortune that could befall a person is represented. I don't have any of that.
There are many complaints about the burden of having to pretend. Pretend to be happy when you're sad. Pretend you care when you don't. Pretend you don't care, when you do. I have the opposite problem. Being fake is easy and being genuine is hard. I can roleplay just about anything, as long as I don't have to reveal what I actually feel or think. I've ever revealed my genuine thoughts and feelings in person to anyone in my life. Not once. On rare occasions, I've tried posting them anonymously online. That produced me some awkward responses. This forum is no different. Maybe this one thread will be?
I feel like an alien in exile. People are like a different, disguisting species. This is not a philosophical standpoint. It's the physical things. The way they look, move, smell and sound. It's intolerable. It's the same feeling I'd guess most others get when they see an extremely enlarged picture of some slimy, wriggly slug or other crawlie. Nobody can or should be engaged with. Nothing feels real. And I don't have anything to blame this on. It was like this to start with. I'd escape into the mountains and never meet a person again, if my body was hardy enough for such a life. It grieves me deeply that it isn't.
So I've been evading people and their unwelcome affections ever since I gained self-awareness. I don't touch or get touched by anyone at all except at the hairdresser. People fill their lives with each other, and since I can't do that, instead I fill life with work. I used to work 100% and study 200% until I got five different degrees. I thought that would make me look diligent to employers, but I was advised to leave out at least two of those degrees from my resume. Apparently it didn't exactly make me look diligent, it rather made me look disturbed. So now I don't study anymore, instead I just work as long as I'm awake, without holidays or vacations. Except for maybe an hour in the evening for relaxing at home. I'm a final stage workaholic. There are no 12 step programs because ain't nobody wasting good working hours on that. Seeing my monthly results feels pretty great. Almost as great as coming home and having a little time to myself. But not too much time, or I'd derealize completely.
A bit of background is that I moved from East Asia to Europe with my immediate family when I was about 11, with a large extended family left in Asia. Since then, my parents have left, but I'm still here at 28. Now I don't have anyone here. No family, no friends, nothing. There's no bonding with people for me, and that doesn't bother me. It does bother me that it doesn't bother me. Being 100% alone is a very weak position to be in. It turns the simplest practical things into a menace and in the long term it will be my undoing. I don't want to enjoy it. But I enjoy it in the same way some people enjoy alcohol and heroin, so there won't be "just go home" or "just find someone" for me. Being sober is worse than the addiction.
All that being said, I'm not suicidal, at least not currently, but I reflect a lot on the topic of suicide. I enjoy coming up with more or less fanciful methods that would make death an exciting experience. My life is stable now, but it will take very little for everything to fall apart, and when that happens, I need to have something up my sleeve.
I'm not the only one here like this, am I? Come on.