
Originally Posted by
Velvet-Tongue
Not the color just the mind frame.
Since I started college my entire mind frame has passed through little change. I feel disconnected from reality and people. Once in awhile this grey-state of mind is shocked awake and I feel genuinelly happy and content. My social life exists but I feel so fake participating in it. Almost everything I do involves engaging in many activies I don't care about.
I don't like to drink all the time, go to parties(well, not normal parties anyway), stay all day at events or more. Yet to have a social life/friends etc I feel compelled to do all of it. I hate having to control the way I speak to avoid offending people. I hate having this intense compulsive to learn about everything/gather information and fucking dissect every -single- thing I hear and see untill its meaning, its emotional content and more are sprayed out into my head and made completely dead. I don't know how many times something nice happens to me that I've sat and looked at it from 50 different angles and realize the possibility for it all to be a complex manipulation or filled with secret meanings.
My whole life right now feels like all I'm doing is existing to exist. I have nothing passionate to motivate me, no person to live for or cause I believe in.
With news, politics and the world and my information addiction regarding such things I feel completely powerless to change or influence anyone or anything. My life has no glory or real excitement. I sit up late at night sometimes and almost want to cry sometimes at how meaningless my actions to the world and the people around me ultimately are.
Maybe I'm bringing this on myself (Oh I like to blame myself for everything as well haha) but my life just feels at this point completely useless. There is no big reward looming in the distance, cause to believe in or person to stand with. It's hard for me to say this but my brain feels almost apathetic to life. Everything I do right now seems to have a huge build up. Like a roller coaster climbing up with the track clicking. But when you get to the top instead of the exciting, rewarding drop/spin/roll there is just more flat track leading to another hill.
I guess its just naturally human to want to be seen as useful and for your life to have meaning. Not that I could ever rally behind something like suicide (I'm not brave enough to ever complete it I guess...which is not really a bad thing in retrospect) but I can understand now why some people feel forced to do it.
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