Everyone around me, including my family, are crumbling on all levels. People are losing their sense of what matters and what's happening outside of their circle.
Am I crumbling as well...? Maybe not as much.
But I swear, I will get out of this sunken place sooner or later. I won't let anyone stop me.
My family member often thinks that I’m ‘overthinking’ about things like the WiFi when we were having problems with it, or something philosophical or political about the future. Despite them knowing that I’m autistic and tend to have hyper-fixations sometimes, they still don’t know the full scope of my patterns. In my opinion, being a deep thinker is a good thing, because I have more time to think about many things while others have less time due to their social lives or other factors.
Whenever I think of a bittersweet topic, my train of thought often rapidly go from one sad topic to another, and eventually themes of the nature of existence, and death v_v .
I shed some tears every time afterwords :'( , and it’s uncomfortable. It even happens when I was having peaceful or happy thoughts beforehand.
I should have stuck to positive thoughts, but I just cannot do that. I'm unable to do that sometimes. But... is it healthy? Does this make me more self-conscious, and feel more empathetic towards others?
During the day, whenever I: * Read a book * Study somethings * Play a game * Watch videos
.. all at once, my brain gets exhausted quickly by evening. . . . . . Now I don't want to do anything for the day... ;_;
I never realized that my body and soul needs to be in a library.
Every time I'm in a crowded mall, especially during weekends in the afternoon, I feel overwhelmed. People kept walking in and out without consistent pacing or direction, nor do they often have manners when they bump into me or not move out of the way when I need to pass though. People are also too fucking loud, especially those annoying kids when they goof off in public. I remember seeing a boy and his dumbass father making pterodactyl noises for fun while I was there drinking my decaf latte at Second Cup close by. I kept thinking to myself “Yall have no awareness, manners, self-control, or respect for other people...”.
My mind kept screaming “I want to get the fuck outta here PLEASE! I want to find someplace quieter”. But there was rarely any remotely quiet places in this noisy hellscape...
The other day, I try to build a habit of going to a library more often for a change of pace. And I often feel much more peaceful with that kind of environment. I can use the computers or just read some interesting books in the absence of people chatting or their fucking awful body odor. But there are times when kids come to the library after school hours and start running around and playing loudly (where's the librarian lady when we needed her to tell these kids to STFU? Once again, parents are failing to tech their children self-control and respect to people's peace...)
The library has calm me down quite a bit in a time of a major depressive episode. I didn't have to always be in the presence of obnoxious people, (including my family). I had a small place to myself, sensory speaking. – v -
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The grim irony that a technologically advanced species is slowly regressing into primitive 'apes' who constantly lust for materials, food, sex, and power.
People are abandoning reason in favor of pleasure and validation because thinking critically is mentally taxing which can feel boring or even painful. We are being conditioned by the capitalistic system to avoid all discomfort in order to reap the pleasures of life.
But how can we cope with pain if we are avoiding them like a plague? This aversion prevents us from learning from painful experiences, and in turn become empathetic towards others. Pain can lead us to become more wise and compassionate.
My mind is healing
It has gained freedom from the noise of social media, YouTube videos, and other sources.
This has lead my attention span to recover, and I became more present with my thoughts and the environment.
Now I feel much calmer consuming less overwhelming media and just being in silence in where I'm at (like in parks, bus trips, etc).
I feel truly f-r-e-e
My depression tells me: “Doom is inevitable, there's no hope for me to get a job that I'm comfortable with, nor will I achieve my dreams. I will eventually fall into poverty or worse homelessness.”
My mania tells me: “Everything is going to be aright! Don't worry about the bad things happening in the world. You are energetic and healthy, and I guarantee you will achieve your wildest dreams!”
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I have to keep reminding myself that neither of them are right 100%, because the truth is more complicated. I need to be aware of the realities I'm living in right now – both good and bad – while still holding my strength and resolve to keep on living. ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ