feeling like quitting my job and drinking myself broke again. this time there would be nothing there to catch me. just a long way down. maybe theres something down there for me
ive had next to no physical intimacy in my life. last i had was a decade ago. even so much as a fist bump or high five makes me uncomfortable. when people are happy to see me and nice to me i feel weird. i have no family. all of my friends are some variance of long distance.
i used to have gangstalking delusions about even my closest friends. i oscillate between being a gullible, optimistic child and a deeply paranoid misanthrope. i give the impression of an elitist. my empathy alternates between 100 and 0 seemingly at random.
bodies make me uncomfortable. often the human body feels frighteningly alien to me. the thought of a hostile, lifeless, desolate moon comforts me. i feel as though i desire to be abused. i want someone bigger and smarter and scarier than me to pick me up and take care of me. brrrr its cold in here
ive had next to no physical intimacy in my life. last i had was a decade ago. even so much as a fist bump or high five makes me uncomfortable. when people are happy to see me and nice to me i feel weird. i have no family. all of my friends are some variance of long distance.
i preemptively detatch from people when feeling insecure, likely to feel a sense of control as opposed to feeling rejected. i become cold and distant when i want to get closer because im afraid of scaring people away. every interaction is hyper analysed and self scrutinized.
on a quest to have deep self awareness of all my antisocial quirks and one that i always fall short of being able to describe adequetly is my fairly consistent repulsion of comedy media and an obsessive preference for incidental comedy thru social interaction or lived experience
this is all without going on my old pretentious spiel about comedys role in capitalism being primarily that of a thought terminating coping mechanism en masse for our complicitness with a deeply cruel and vapid world, but thats besides the point....
sometimes i wonder what its like to just "enjoy things" and not have everything filtered through layers of abstractions or sets of seemingly arbitrary preferences and rules but whatever i guess. the bit is my truest love
on a quest to have deep self awareness of all my antisocial quirks and one that i always fall short of being able to describe adequetly is my fairly consistent repulsion of comedy media and an obsessive preference for incidental comedy thru social interaction or lived experience
like i identify with that description but its not fully consistant. sometimes i can enjoy comedy media but its often either dark or deliberatly irony poisoned in a way that alienates me from most people. internet memes are often involuntarily repulsive to me in a way that is difficult to describe.
the context where i feel comfortable with comedic media being deployed i believe is when it is used more as a tool to serve or enhance a bit or whatever. if the media is the subject itself to laugh at, i am made uncomfortable in those situations for whatever reason.