Deus_Ex_Lemur
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EDIT: Aside from a rant, this will be my diary of progress for SA/etc. this semester. Edit done.
This is sort of a rant and write down of recent thoughts - IT'S LONG, I don't know brevity lol; nothing special, if care to read or not - just getting my thoughts on here. I haven't been here a while and forget sometimes there are others going through similar experiences and feelings I have and am going through. This is long and just kind of blehing it out there. =)
I finally graduate from college this semester have years of dawdling due to "SAD". I myself live a sheltered life of my own choosing, despite my bitching and moaning about that very life. I travel from my hobbit hole to the big world of a major metropolitan city everytime I go to school - but the school itself becomes a shelter as well. I never venture far from it.
Bruce Lee said, "Knowing is not enough. You must apply. Willing is not enough, you must DO." I love that quote - which is ironic. I do the knowing portion and have done the willing portion. Applying and doing are another matter. I try to inspire myself with it - it doesn't work.
The moments of interactions and big social or performance situations where you can "apply" or "do" become like spitting into an ocean. The ocean being the rest of my everyday life - for that's all those "events" add up to - like spit entering the ocean. Lost. Claimed by the sea, dissolved in seconds and no more. It's amounted to nothing by the end - the ocean is unchanged. Years continue to pass, the tides continue to ebb and flow. Aside from the fact I am never satisified with those moments anyways, too harsh on self - filled with regret and stress. I guess that's sort of why they're like spitting =)
Recently I'm forced to do some group projects - filmmaking ones (yes the irony there I want to be a filmmaker one of the most socially interactive and collaborative things you can do, pending exceptions) but anyways I drive with my group around the city - they all live in the city - I see two of their apartments. I still live at home.You know what "that" means. So any life with roomates or "on your own" may as well be an alien culture to me. Today with my latest interaction feels like if I transported three years ago, or five years ago - it'd be exactly the same - meaning I haven't grown at all. I'd feel the same EXACT way and interact the same EXACT way. I hate self-loathing and whining - and as I am writing this - am DOING that - I do it always it's hilariously absurd and paradoxical like S.A.D is in itself.
I feel like I've grown physically, obviously, you don't get any younger - but not emotionally. I feel like emotionally and socially I could be just about to graduate high school, not college. (I'm almost 25 btw). How can one grow in that department when they imprison themselves in their comfy cell for years upon years.
Much of S.A.D is a big league catch-22 - at least for my version - yearning and wanting to be socially involved and active - wanting desperately to LIKE myself and BE comfortable and not so harsh - yet - in a near decade habit of avoidance and hesitation resulting in negative self-loathing.
I hate feeling "selfish" - for there's people suffering far greater than I am. I can't even ****ing volunteer because of stupid fear and stress. I don't know - I had a huge moment in my life where I felt like and started to get out of this vicious nasty sinister cycle - it collapsed quickly not of my doing - but quickly once that was gone I went wayyyy back into the cycle. I never officially left it - but looking back tho I realize I was perhaps on my way...
That was almost four years ago now and I don't know. I feel like that was my moment and that ship sailed and they aren't coming back. I don't even know what I'm writing now - just - realizing my last chance in college and scared of what I'll be doing after - I've always had school and a future to "hope" I can finally do everything or SOME at least I wanted to socially -
Any socializes comes from there at this point in my life - which is all IN-SCHOOL anyways - it's barely a fig. Once that's gone I may as well not exist. And my interactions today - may has well been happening in highschool.
I WANT to just say last chance buddy, now or never - time to change. And Apply the knowing - DO the willing - I just can't. Ah well. =) The future isn't written yet or if you believe it is - well - I don't know the script anyways. Maybe there is a light at the end of this tunnel. A glimmer. (why not try to end on a positive note? =)
This is sort of a rant and write down of recent thoughts - IT'S LONG, I don't know brevity lol; nothing special, if care to read or not - just getting my thoughts on here. I haven't been here a while and forget sometimes there are others going through similar experiences and feelings I have and am going through. This is long and just kind of blehing it out there. =)
I finally graduate from college this semester have years of dawdling due to "SAD". I myself live a sheltered life of my own choosing, despite my bitching and moaning about that very life. I travel from my hobbit hole to the big world of a major metropolitan city everytime I go to school - but the school itself becomes a shelter as well. I never venture far from it.
Bruce Lee said, "Knowing is not enough. You must apply. Willing is not enough, you must DO." I love that quote - which is ironic. I do the knowing portion and have done the willing portion. Applying and doing are another matter. I try to inspire myself with it - it doesn't work.
The moments of interactions and big social or performance situations where you can "apply" or "do" become like spitting into an ocean. The ocean being the rest of my everyday life - for that's all those "events" add up to - like spit entering the ocean. Lost. Claimed by the sea, dissolved in seconds and no more. It's amounted to nothing by the end - the ocean is unchanged. Years continue to pass, the tides continue to ebb and flow. Aside from the fact I am never satisified with those moments anyways, too harsh on self - filled with regret and stress. I guess that's sort of why they're like spitting =)
Recently I'm forced to do some group projects - filmmaking ones (yes the irony there I want to be a filmmaker one of the most socially interactive and collaborative things you can do, pending exceptions) but anyways I drive with my group around the city - they all live in the city - I see two of their apartments. I still live at home.You know what "that" means. So any life with roomates or "on your own" may as well be an alien culture to me. Today with my latest interaction feels like if I transported three years ago, or five years ago - it'd be exactly the same - meaning I haven't grown at all. I'd feel the same EXACT way and interact the same EXACT way. I hate self-loathing and whining - and as I am writing this - am DOING that - I do it always it's hilariously absurd and paradoxical like S.A.D is in itself.
I feel like I've grown physically, obviously, you don't get any younger - but not emotionally. I feel like emotionally and socially I could be just about to graduate high school, not college. (I'm almost 25 btw). How can one grow in that department when they imprison themselves in their comfy cell for years upon years.
Much of S.A.D is a big league catch-22 - at least for my version - yearning and wanting to be socially involved and active - wanting desperately to LIKE myself and BE comfortable and not so harsh - yet - in a near decade habit of avoidance and hesitation resulting in negative self-loathing.
I hate feeling "selfish" - for there's people suffering far greater than I am. I can't even ****ing volunteer because of stupid fear and stress. I don't know - I had a huge moment in my life where I felt like and started to get out of this vicious nasty sinister cycle - it collapsed quickly not of my doing - but quickly once that was gone I went wayyyy back into the cycle. I never officially left it - but looking back tho I realize I was perhaps on my way...
That was almost four years ago now and I don't know. I feel like that was my moment and that ship sailed and they aren't coming back. I don't even know what I'm writing now - just - realizing my last chance in college and scared of what I'll be doing after - I've always had school and a future to "hope" I can finally do everything or SOME at least I wanted to socially -
Any socializes comes from there at this point in my life - which is all IN-SCHOOL anyways - it's barely a fig. Once that's gone I may as well not exist. And my interactions today - may has well been happening in highschool.
I WANT to just say last chance buddy, now or never - time to change. And Apply the knowing - DO the willing - I just can't. Ah well. =) The future isn't written yet or if you believe it is - well - I don't know the script anyways. Maybe there is a light at the end of this tunnel. A glimmer. (why not try to end on a positive note? =)
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