GarrotTheThief
The Green Jolly Robin H.
- Joined
- Oct 22, 2014
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- ENTJ
Every day I spend hours studying mythology, tarot, business, math, English, thinking of ideas, writing poetry, just in my brain you know....I can't stop studying.
I find that I need to do this and it's useful food for my soul and keeps me extremely bright and performing well in life, but then I also work like a dog so I burn the candle on both sides, and don't feel like talking to people much even though I know I need to.
On top of this, I get invited out on weekends but I feel split. On one hand I want to go out - maybe I will find love, maybe meet a friend, but I know from years of experience going out at night is not a good way to build relationships since people are either, drunk, high, or simply trying to get laid -not to mention that I have strange interests for my age, something that you would expect a professor, or different type of person to know than me but to me it's alive and I see it everywhere - the things that I learn.
My issue is maybe my career choice isn't aligned with my interests but the opportunity cost of changing is almost twice as much as the cost of paying for what it would cost. Not to mention that if I did what I liked for a living it might, well probably would, kill it.
I've thought about writing books...you all know I probably have already written a few books worth of strings of text here, and that might be a solution, but I have trouble sticking to a genre or idea.
I think about meeting someone and there are girls that I could date. A few weeks ago I went out to my cousins birthday and a cute blonde gave me her card as I kissed her on the cheek and asked me to call her but I know once I have sex with her I'm going to hurt her by leaving and embarrass her in front of my cousin and her friends and I don't really want to have sex anymore unless it's a soulful experience because up to this point my sexual encounters have left me feeling like a whore.
There are some girls I fall in love with by site but upon further investigation I find I just "chemically" lose interest.
I don't know when the lover in me died. I think he is still alive or I wonder if I am just becoming gay. I'm not sure. I know sometimes I fall in love with a guy as I would for a woman but it never sticks. The thing just leaves me.
Deep down inside I feel ugly and undeserving yet I still paradoxically think highly of myself and have confidence enough to refuse to feel lonely in a group of people and rather just stay in and learn or do something that is truer to my values and integrity - I am not someone who will tolerate being abused.
So I'm not sure what is happening in me or what disorder I have. Maybe I am a schizoid with Asbergers. I do crave adventure and living on the wild side but when I go out to the city or to pubs i just see people doing what I knew they were going to be doing, walking around like robots, and going from point x to point y for c or d and it's unbelievably predictable and insanely boring and mind numbing.
It's as if I am seeing the same thing done by different people on different nights for eternity. I can see how their bad habits are taking them in the direction which they most fear, and how their deepest fears are guiding them at every juncture of every choice.
I believe this is probably something I fall victim to as well and it's probably why I am suffering dissonance at times, and, severe depression which seems to come and go as the moon chases phases. I don't know...maybe I will go out tonight. I feel better after writing this but I'm not sure what's wrong with me or if I'm being selfish or pretentious.
Strangely, I cannot wait to leave this place (earth). I am, on the outside, I am told, a nearly perfect specimen of the human race yet I feel deep shame for being human in part for the way we, even myself included, treat the environment. I guess that's what it boils down to.
Years ago, I received a message, not in any singular instance, but over the course of a prolonged period of time during which I was assailed by a series of synchronicity. To make a long story short...I will not change. I will continue to move forward and transform.
Perhaps I am on the right track...perhaps I suffer accute anxiety or OCD...or maybe even worse, bi-polar disorder. Soon I will be working in the autism industry so maybe the good One is watching out for me and giving me some meaning.
I've always searched for meaning and it has always alluded me but I have kept faith that after the intense urge to disappear there would be daybreak and meaning.
Mayhaps I am even controlling, thinking I know what is best for everyone...this goes back to the OCD...but again, I've never been proven wrong when it comes to my deep convictions and I have always been affirmed in watching loved ones go down a path that would inevitably lead to tragedy and now I just bare it and do not give advice or guidance since I know it will be unheeded anyways, and as I said, the person will do what they will do like a robot programmed to hurt themselves.
I'm sure I do this too.
I find that I need to do this and it's useful food for my soul and keeps me extremely bright and performing well in life, but then I also work like a dog so I burn the candle on both sides, and don't feel like talking to people much even though I know I need to.
On top of this, I get invited out on weekends but I feel split. On one hand I want to go out - maybe I will find love, maybe meet a friend, but I know from years of experience going out at night is not a good way to build relationships since people are either, drunk, high, or simply trying to get laid -not to mention that I have strange interests for my age, something that you would expect a professor, or different type of person to know than me but to me it's alive and I see it everywhere - the things that I learn.
My issue is maybe my career choice isn't aligned with my interests but the opportunity cost of changing is almost twice as much as the cost of paying for what it would cost. Not to mention that if I did what I liked for a living it might, well probably would, kill it.
I've thought about writing books...you all know I probably have already written a few books worth of strings of text here, and that might be a solution, but I have trouble sticking to a genre or idea.
I think about meeting someone and there are girls that I could date. A few weeks ago I went out to my cousins birthday and a cute blonde gave me her card as I kissed her on the cheek and asked me to call her but I know once I have sex with her I'm going to hurt her by leaving and embarrass her in front of my cousin and her friends and I don't really want to have sex anymore unless it's a soulful experience because up to this point my sexual encounters have left me feeling like a whore.
There are some girls I fall in love with by site but upon further investigation I find I just "chemically" lose interest.
I don't know when the lover in me died. I think he is still alive or I wonder if I am just becoming gay. I'm not sure. I know sometimes I fall in love with a guy as I would for a woman but it never sticks. The thing just leaves me.
Deep down inside I feel ugly and undeserving yet I still paradoxically think highly of myself and have confidence enough to refuse to feel lonely in a group of people and rather just stay in and learn or do something that is truer to my values and integrity - I am not someone who will tolerate being abused.
So I'm not sure what is happening in me or what disorder I have. Maybe I am a schizoid with Asbergers. I do crave adventure and living on the wild side but when I go out to the city or to pubs i just see people doing what I knew they were going to be doing, walking around like robots, and going from point x to point y for c or d and it's unbelievably predictable and insanely boring and mind numbing.
It's as if I am seeing the same thing done by different people on different nights for eternity. I can see how their bad habits are taking them in the direction which they most fear, and how their deepest fears are guiding them at every juncture of every choice.
I believe this is probably something I fall victim to as well and it's probably why I am suffering dissonance at times, and, severe depression which seems to come and go as the moon chases phases. I don't know...maybe I will go out tonight. I feel better after writing this but I'm not sure what's wrong with me or if I'm being selfish or pretentious.
Strangely, I cannot wait to leave this place (earth). I am, on the outside, I am told, a nearly perfect specimen of the human race yet I feel deep shame for being human in part for the way we, even myself included, treat the environment. I guess that's what it boils down to.
Years ago, I received a message, not in any singular instance, but over the course of a prolonged period of time during which I was assailed by a series of synchronicity. To make a long story short...I will not change. I will continue to move forward and transform.
Perhaps I am on the right track...perhaps I suffer accute anxiety or OCD...or maybe even worse, bi-polar disorder. Soon I will be working in the autism industry so maybe the good One is watching out for me and giving me some meaning.
I've always searched for meaning and it has always alluded me but I have kept faith that after the intense urge to disappear there would be daybreak and meaning.
Mayhaps I am even controlling, thinking I know what is best for everyone...this goes back to the OCD...but again, I've never been proven wrong when it comes to my deep convictions and I have always been affirmed in watching loved ones go down a path that would inevitably lead to tragedy and now I just bare it and do not give advice or guidance since I know it will be unheeded anyways, and as I said, the person will do what they will do like a robot programmed to hurt themselves.
I'm sure I do this too.