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I used to think how it might be nice to experience a different personality. Now I just wish I was any other personality but my own. I'm envious of practically anyone who seems content with their life, no matter how menial it might appear to me. In fact I have a mentally challenged cousin with a very low paying job, he barely gets by, and he's always happy, and I often wish I could be him.
So I guess it's my own perspective that holds me down. And I can't change it. I see everything in the broadest perspective and how the end to the means of everything seems meaningless. I can't enjoy the small things anymore, nothing satisfies, I look at my past hobbies as pointless.
Either I have a severe inferiority complex, or I am literally dumb, or both, but of the 30+ jobs I've had, I struggled through most of them. Always being the one who knows least and needs the most help. I can't mentally stick with a job. I get more depressed working than doing nothing at all. My mind is always in the future so everywhere I work seems soul-sucking and permanent. How I graduated college, I have no clue, but I even did that half-assed. I'm completely dependent on the charity of others which drives me nuts, but the thought of trying to live independently on another job I'm going to detest drives me crazy.
I'm more than old enough to have a wife and kids, in fact (for reasons unsure but I'll take it) there's a girl who's waiting for me in another country. She's brillaint, she defines and defies the definition of love. But I can't do it. I love her to much to bring her into my problems...and possibly a lifetime of suffering. Ironically I can provide her with superior loyalty, selflessness, compassion--all the emotional things, but I'm a male, I should be able to provide some kind of physical stability and security, yet I can't even do it for myself. It's a cruel joke to be played on me. I'll be alone. It seems like the universe is against me daily. I only have God and heaven to look forward to , and that should be enough, but I still desire some fulfillment in life.
I feel guilty. I feel sorry for disabled people who could have done more with my body than I have. I'm so sorry. What a waste.
It's my mind! My mind is holding me back! It has been my whole life! Woe is me. I can't even cry anymore. I hate being an INFP.
I used to think how it might be nice to experience a different personality. Now I just wish I was any other personality but my own. I'm envious of practically anyone who seems content with their life, no matter how menial it might appear to me. In fact I have a mentally challenged cousin with a very low paying job, he barely gets by, and he's always happy, and I often wish I could be him.
So I guess it's my own perspective that holds me down. And I can't change it. I see everything in the broadest perspective and how the end to the means of everything seems meaningless. I can't enjoy the small things anymore, nothing satisfies, I look at my past hobbies as pointless.
Either I have a severe inferiority complex, or I am literally dumb, or both, but of the 30+ jobs I've had, I struggled through most of them. Always being the one who knows least and needs the most help. I can't mentally stick with a job. I get more depressed working than doing nothing at all. My mind is always in the future so everywhere I work seems soul-sucking and permanent. How I graduated college, I have no clue, but I even did that half-assed. I'm completely dependent on the charity of others which drives me nuts, but the thought of trying to live independently on another job I'm going to detest drives me crazy.
I'm more than old enough to have a wife and kids, in fact (for reasons unsure but I'll take it) there's a girl who's waiting for me in another country. She's brillaint, she defines and defies the definition of love. But I can't do it. I love her to much to bring her into my problems...and possibly a lifetime of suffering. Ironically I can provide her with superior loyalty, selflessness, compassion--all the emotional things, but I'm a male, I should be able to provide some kind of physical stability and security, yet I can't even do it for myself. It's a cruel joke to be played on me. I'll be alone. It seems like the universe is against me daily. I only have God and heaven to look forward to , and that should be enough, but I still desire some fulfillment in life.
I feel guilty. I feel sorry for disabled people who could have done more with my body than I have. I'm so sorry. What a waste.
It's my mind! My mind is holding me back! It has been my whole life! Woe is me. I can't even cry anymore. I hate being an INFP.