In that you:
Have negative emotions...all the time...and like it?
Find Dimmu Borgir's music satisfies you. Strangely. Absurdly. Beautifully...
You honestly cannot relate with people when they tell you they are "struggling" with hopelessness. You've never really "fought" it. In fact, you use feelings of hopelessness as a kind gauge for measuring how in touch with reality you actually are at any given moment - utter despair strongly indicating your probably right on track - allowing for highly accurate self-critical reflection. (Note from the author: This last clause carries strong tones of ironical self-defeat; Cf. Laziness.)
When someone casually, in passing, comments that it's either too cold or too wet to "do anything" your immediate reaction is to quickly respond in all earnesty and literality, "How do you know?" as if to verify the statement absolutely and thus justify the opening up of the floodgates of your mind and reveling with child-like self-abandon in the newly released torrent of glorious, joyful relief that had rapidly begun to accumulate and brim over upon first hearing.
In stories ultimately you do want good to prevail but passionately connect with the "bad guy" with the kind of sympathy the mother has for her child, all the while finding the good guys boring, lacking in any kind of complexity or depth of thought, having no vision whatsoever outside of conquering the perceived immediate evil e.g. "well I don't' know a lot about anything, but what I do know that the such-and such that Mr.-so-and-so is doing is clearly bad and there's no reason he's doing either he's just a sociopath and does bad things just to do them so lets launch ourselves into action and put an end to all this needless evil! Yeaah! Once we do this life is then that much mean life is totally good from here on out and there will be nothing left to accomplish whatsoever at all and nothing to live for so lets get moving! Wooooo! Yeah team!" (Good guys always work in teams solving problems, encouraging teach other, compensating for each others weaknesses in touching fashion, andall contributing one amazingly unique ability which in combination just happen to be exactly what was necessary for ultimate victory. Bad guys mostly work alone it seems).
Sometimes you have a hard time not correcting people. Even when they're 97% right. Maybe even especially so seeing how close they are to a full understanding of the issue at hand. For example, when criticized for being distant, morose, negligent, and insensitive you might naturally want to respond, "I'm not insensitive. I know how I affect people. I think the word you want is 'indifferent.'" Now we have genuine understanding.
Diystopian novels (e.g. Animal Farm, Brave New World, Lord of the Flies) are not revelations in literary form. More like "reminders" of things you already knew since you were first able to know things in the first place.
You have loads of talent, demanding utmost skill and competence of yourself in any and all pursuits, fully capable of working with people, yet the thought of working the night shift as a janitor at an elementary school for the rest of your life really doesn't sound too bad.
Upon finding that job that utilizes your talent, ability to understand thought processes of other people, and jives with the high standards you set for yourself and life, you think about it a little more and decide working the night shift as a janitor at an elementary school for the rest of your life wouldl be quite agreeable. There could be some downtime in which the possibility of sneaking in some reading would be pretty likely.
If you ever danced, the only song you could dance to is Refuse/Resist by Sepultura. Upon realizing this is impossible (requiring only .3 nanoseconds of reflection), you consider yourself relieved, knowing you now have no legitimate reason to ever dance for the rest of your life.
If someone in passing will catch you in a distant, focused state of being and affectionately and jokingly comment that you look "bored" or "serious" you respond with a bored and serious look replying, "No, I'm doing alright," and then immediately daze back off again...not even realizing until later.....and even then not really caring.
Imagine this: It's a warm, sunny day at the beach. Everywhere there are tons of happy, smiling, extroverted people who so far have lived every second of there lives utterly consumed by the present. These people are in their mid to late 20's. People are eating freshly BBQ'ed hamburgers, playing volleyball and having intense conversations about how they are eating freshly BBQ'ed hamburgers and playing volleyball. Suddenly popular music from the local radio station is being blasted from the massive sub-woofers in the back of someones S.U.V. How convenient. "Good thing we invited that guy" everyone replies in unison. Instantly everyone breaks into side splitting laughter and again collectively responding in perfect unison all together, "D00D that was sooooo hilarious that everyone said that AT THE SAME TIME because that means everyone had like almost the exact same thought in their head at like almost the exact same time and that is so off-the-hook-crazy-funny because everyone here is like all so completely different and unique and original so it is like so wicked-sick-insane that we could all actually be thinking almost the exact same thing at almost the exact same time!". Although the second corporate response was also said in unison, no one in attendance was quite clever enough to catch such a rare phenomenon happening two times in a row. Upon witnessing all these various happenings you are deeply grieved and suffer crippling regret knowing that you are not in possession of a H.T.F.R.*, effectively barring you from embarking in an attitude of heroism and humble self-sacrifice on the only morally responsible course of action. The infection can only spread from this point on. There is no hope. There is no hope........
*Hand-held Thermonuclear Fusion Reactor
I say this kiddingly. But I am not. Bye.
Have negative emotions...all the time...and like it?
Find Dimmu Borgir's music satisfies you. Strangely. Absurdly. Beautifully...
You honestly cannot relate with people when they tell you they are "struggling" with hopelessness. You've never really "fought" it. In fact, you use feelings of hopelessness as a kind gauge for measuring how in touch with reality you actually are at any given moment - utter despair strongly indicating your probably right on track - allowing for highly accurate self-critical reflection. (Note from the author: This last clause carries strong tones of ironical self-defeat; Cf. Laziness.)
When someone casually, in passing, comments that it's either too cold or too wet to "do anything" your immediate reaction is to quickly respond in all earnesty and literality, "How do you know?" as if to verify the statement absolutely and thus justify the opening up of the floodgates of your mind and reveling with child-like self-abandon in the newly released torrent of glorious, joyful relief that had rapidly begun to accumulate and brim over upon first hearing.
In stories ultimately you do want good to prevail but passionately connect with the "bad guy" with the kind of sympathy the mother has for her child, all the while finding the good guys boring, lacking in any kind of complexity or depth of thought, having no vision whatsoever outside of conquering the perceived immediate evil e.g. "well I don't' know a lot about anything, but what I do know that the such-and such that Mr.-so-and-so is doing is clearly bad and there's no reason he's doing either he's just a sociopath and does bad things just to do them so lets launch ourselves into action and put an end to all this needless evil! Yeaah! Once we do this life is then that much mean life is totally good from here on out and there will be nothing left to accomplish whatsoever at all and nothing to live for so lets get moving! Wooooo! Yeah team!" (Good guys always work in teams solving problems, encouraging teach other, compensating for each others weaknesses in touching fashion, andall contributing one amazingly unique ability which in combination just happen to be exactly what was necessary for ultimate victory. Bad guys mostly work alone it seems).
Sometimes you have a hard time not correcting people. Even when they're 97% right. Maybe even especially so seeing how close they are to a full understanding of the issue at hand. For example, when criticized for being distant, morose, negligent, and insensitive you might naturally want to respond, "I'm not insensitive. I know how I affect people. I think the word you want is 'indifferent.'" Now we have genuine understanding.
Diystopian novels (e.g. Animal Farm, Brave New World, Lord of the Flies) are not revelations in literary form. More like "reminders" of things you already knew since you were first able to know things in the first place.
You have loads of talent, demanding utmost skill and competence of yourself in any and all pursuits, fully capable of working with people, yet the thought of working the night shift as a janitor at an elementary school for the rest of your life really doesn't sound too bad.
Upon finding that job that utilizes your talent, ability to understand thought processes of other people, and jives with the high standards you set for yourself and life, you think about it a little more and decide working the night shift as a janitor at an elementary school for the rest of your life wouldl be quite agreeable. There could be some downtime in which the possibility of sneaking in some reading would be pretty likely.
If you ever danced, the only song you could dance to is Refuse/Resist by Sepultura. Upon realizing this is impossible (requiring only .3 nanoseconds of reflection), you consider yourself relieved, knowing you now have no legitimate reason to ever dance for the rest of your life.
If someone in passing will catch you in a distant, focused state of being and affectionately and jokingly comment that you look "bored" or "serious" you respond with a bored and serious look replying, "No, I'm doing alright," and then immediately daze back off again...not even realizing until later.....and even then not really caring.
Imagine this: It's a warm, sunny day at the beach. Everywhere there are tons of happy, smiling, extroverted people who so far have lived every second of there lives utterly consumed by the present. These people are in their mid to late 20's. People are eating freshly BBQ'ed hamburgers, playing volleyball and having intense conversations about how they are eating freshly BBQ'ed hamburgers and playing volleyball. Suddenly popular music from the local radio station is being blasted from the massive sub-woofers in the back of someones S.U.V. How convenient. "Good thing we invited that guy" everyone replies in unison. Instantly everyone breaks into side splitting laughter and again collectively responding in perfect unison all together, "D00D that was sooooo hilarious that everyone said that AT THE SAME TIME because that means everyone had like almost the exact same thought in their head at like almost the exact same time and that is so off-the-hook-crazy-funny because everyone here is like all so completely different and unique and original so it is like so wicked-sick-insane that we could all actually be thinking almost the exact same thing at almost the exact same time!". Although the second corporate response was also said in unison, no one in attendance was quite clever enough to catch such a rare phenomenon happening two times in a row. Upon witnessing all these various happenings you are deeply grieved and suffer crippling regret knowing that you are not in possession of a H.T.F.R.*, effectively barring you from embarking in an attitude of heroism and humble self-sacrifice on the only morally responsible course of action. The infection can only spread from this point on. There is no hope. There is no hope........
*Hand-held Thermonuclear Fusion Reactor
I say this kiddingly. But I am not. Bye.
