thaison

Been following this dude's blog because I knew something funny was going on. He has been seeing a therapist to treat his “depression” and I hope the CBT works well for him eventually.

I mean so far all the friends treated him badly while he offered nothing but kindness. And his new girlfriend turned out not as perfect as one might hope after two months. Which is statistically and timely correct and lines up with psych research. And since he has such high standard for empathy, the world is really below his standard. Oh and also he has total integrity and no lust for superficial features in a human. He felt super insulted when anyone just might slightly hint or make him think they hint that. Because to him, only the soul that matters.

Unlike me, I precisely like tall boy and would like that to be acknowledged.

Be kind to annoying people like our friends and family requires whole object relations. As we all know how different people can be and when the differences affect our own interests. Talking as someone who has nothing in common with most people.

On the other hand, throwing platitudes on total strangers requires minimal efforts, while offers positive exposure for our image management.

Some people can only be kind or offer “empathy” to strangers because they simply don’t have the capacity to do otherwise.

See you again tomorrow.

Sense of self

When r/aspergers says they feel emptiness, it's not a symptom of autism, it's a well-known sign of narcissism. Someone else needs to tell them, probably better soon. Because that site has been blocked here and I can't witness their delusion anymore.

When we talk about sense of self, or identity, many would think they are sets of prominent personality traits we show to the world. But sense of self, actually, has just as much to do with the environments and people around us as it does with ourselves.

For example, I was very serious in high school because showing emotions would be exploited. Back then, I would really want to be seen as a softy as well, besides being swagging and other things. But no one could see it, hence the suicidal tendency.

Or when I worked in a job that was more in tune with my feelings, my intellectual side was neglected, I felt a lot stupider. I tried too hard to appear smart sometimes, which is the thing I did not do when I was in an environment that supported it.

Obviously the ideal scenario would be an environment that fulfills both. But I don't think it exists. I'm just happy I talk to people twice a month.

So how does all of that have anything to do with narcissism?

We want to be recognized for every part of us. I guess there will be some very lucky people that are accepted fully. Most people are not that lucky. Some of us have to settle with being accepted only half, while hiding the half. It’s not ideal. But it can be the most realistic option we have.

But being accepted is only meaningful when we show people our true self. And that would come with risks. Risk of being rejected. Risk of being made fun of. Risk of being exploited. You can’t tell people to just “be yourself”. You also can’t tell people not to trust easily. Because how hard is supposed to be realistic? That’s the decision they have to come to themselves, and with it, the consequence they will face.

But to a person who can’t accept even themselves, how would they present to the world?

They act kind when they mean harm. They act they don’t need people when they feel dependent. They act above it all when they feel incompetent. It does not necessarily make them cause more harm than the average person, although some of them do.

We all have sadism. We all need people. And we all have limited talent or capacity. When our friends can see our pettiness and still like us, we don’t think much of it. When people stay with us after our mistakes, we don’t think much of it.

But they already set for themselves that they are perfect, they feel the need to perform, to hide every part that they deem ugly while the rest of us consider normal.

The result is, some of them maybe even extremely socially successful. But none of the true self was showed. What’s accepted was a performance. That’s the emptiness.

But even with those of us, who are more accepting within ourselves, the need to be fully seen, when unmet, would still cause loss. That’s why some of us are always looking for people who share our experiences.

Most normal people are actually kind of boring. Which is fine. Not everyone is a writer.

My sister said she wanted to write but had nothing to say. But I’ve read enough of people’s writings and most of them are just moralizing separate from both themselves and reality.

Some try so hard to look like they have everything figured out. Every time you do something shameful, you rationalize yourself out of guilt with pseudo moral, in the end, you can look pretty insightful. Which happens a lot to a certain group of people that I don’t want to specify who. Though those “insights” would not to help them have a personality. Because it’s inconsistent, it’s opportunistic. It’s the opposite of having a personality.

Don’t worry they cling on empathy and compassion for too long. Give them few years and they will cling on morality and responsibility. Not that they are left or right. Not that they believe in either of those 4 things. They never develop their own thoughts. Best they can do is memorizing keywords to outsource blames.

Actually I just came up with an interesting romantic idea. Hehe. Save that for later.

See you soon.

Walking on the street last day of the year. Feeling the wind of a new season. Listening to groups of friends talking about their daily lives. Seeing children happy with their families.

Suddenly, I realized. It isn't moving to new exciting places that makes me happy. It isn't buying a lot of toys that I couldn't have as a kid that makes me happy.

It's staying at home reading books (or others' summaries of them) and sharing new things I learn that make me happy.

I don't have to worry about the wind flipping my dress. Or try to finish my dinner quickly so I don't have to continue to listen to the boring story about planes. Or try to push the children to the side because they walk too damn slow.

It was very annoying in junior high that your classmates started to identify themselves with the media they consumed. They were all normal in elementary. Where did those personalities go?

And not like they would leave you alone. “Oh your band has bad lifestyles, they go to clubs and badly behave. Mine are all good and caring.” Well, I listened to the music, I did not care at all for those people.

A few years later, turned out, both bands were in drug trafficking rings.