>>307388>People around me seem to articulate their thoughts and emotions quite well.I notice this too and it bugs me but if they've had contexts where they've actually been allowed to articulate their inner thoughts and those thoughts were accepted it makes complete sense they can and we can't.
Also, if they've been in those contexts often, then the thoughts they experience are themselves going to be more boilerplate and template-y and more acceptable, ergo things compound and they retain a relatable baseline.
This is probably not unlike learning an artistic skill and developing a shorthand or visual library, only it's made up of thoughts and feelings which coalesce in the middle of a sort of experiential Venn diagram of normalness.
Imagine normalguy 1a) tells normalgirl 2b) his dog died. This is a very socially acceptable and workable problem for normalgirl; express condolences, relate with when my_dog died, both parties feel good having their own internal world and experiences reflected back through the other. Instead, let's say weirdguy 3c) tries relaying his feelings of deep-seated alienation and melancholy to either of the above parties — it won't work, for obvious reasons.
Isolation is like quicksand, the further down the sinkhole you are the more alien and twisted your thoughts and experiences become, making it progressively harder to relate to people or get yourself out of it, so you get more lonely and the process loops.
Today at work the door was left open to the office and I heard people outside laughing and having fun, and I got pissed off and jealous; pissed off with myself for being such a broken wreck of a person, hating myself and being incongruent with everything, and jealous of the fun they were having. Could anyone there relate to that? Unlikely, and they'd probably think I'm a bad, strange little man for experiencing an overwhelmingly good thing like laughter with scrouge-like despondency.
It'd be almost impossible for me to articulate this to anyone so I don't. My thoughts and emotions are too maladapted to be shared but like any person I *want* to share them, to have my experiences validated by another fleshy meat bag, but no good can come of it, so I don't. The good news is it only takes one slightly embodied and seemingly genuine human-to-human
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