And I know exactly how this ends..

Somehow, everyone has become depressed. And somehow it seems to me that everyone is simply s..icked by the three words “heat”, “ballistics”, and “what the fuck did I make depressed?” The last word is the most important, because it includes any circumstances. It is different for everyone. For me, it is about a cold (probably) with a temperature. But it is not about me.

There is an overabundance of narratives that are thrown at us in our lives. They work especially well in conditions of discomfort – it doesn’t matter if it’s hot or cold. But it’s at these moments that you give up and start thinking “..but maybe?..” – it’s about the desire to move. It’s about fatigue from the life that has surrounded you for God knows how many years. About anxiety. About disbelief in tomorrow.

Yes, I am the same “cheese maker” who writes one thing today and will write another tomorrow. But right now, in the moment, I am here to say that life goes on. It doesn’t matter if we lost someone yesterday or a year ago. It doesn’t matter where you live. It is important to live and believe in your tomorrow. Whatever it may be. Only with faith in tomorrow will it come. Only with a vision of this very tomorrow will you be able to move on.

It’s strange that Linkin Park’s The Emptiness Machine inspired such thoughts. This same “the emptiness machine” wants to crush us all. But we won’t let it…right?..

Threads is the blogging Tinder for the poor

I returned to Threads after deleting my account. It’s like starting from scratch. And what can I say? On average, 2 out of 3 comments are about toxicity. One person wrote what was asked for, one wrote something stupid that was deleted immediately (and with a swear word). Another one… advertised her services under the guise of an answer. A classic for this social network. Why did I return there? I don’t understand it specifically at this point.

We all do stupid things sometimes, don’t we?

Reflections

I came to the conclusion that the things I do at one time or another are not accidental. They are the result of internal reflections. That is, somewhere inside, I made a decision, and it is visualized in the form of certain thoughts, on the basis of which I begin to understand what exactly I wanted to say to all that. First of all, to myself. And I felt myself.

I deleted two applications. Out of four. Because I don’t want to search. Because this is my perception, when…the choice is made?..there is some inner thought that it was made on both sides. It was not voiced, but. That this is the same option when you feel comfortable. From words, thoughts. Sometimes strange, sometimes surprising. Without double meanings, but with caution.

Time will tell how it will be. But for now I need to get 4 hours of sleep.. 🙂

It’s interesting that…

Under the guise of accepting you as you are, people often subconsciously try to change you. Change you to suit themselves. They tell you “yes, that’s good. I accept you, but…” – and these little “buts” are not noticeable. They don’t sound like literal “buts”. They just resemble some kind of training. When your reality and your perception of yourself and what is “ok” and “not ok” are replaced with what is convenient for them. Inside you think that they accept you as you are. In fact, they are just imperceptibly turning you into something. Something that you were not yesterday.

Sometimes it feels like adult women are the most manipulative people who are tired of “looking for the one as is”, and… they just mold you or someone else into something that will best meet their requirements. If the mold doesn’t work out, they throw it away and go look for the next one. The experience with a psychologist is exactly how it is perceived now. It’s just that, again, the further you move away from the experience, the clearer it becomes what it was.

Can an adult woman accept you for who you are? There are two options. If she is a “simple” person (it’s not those who write that they are “simple”, it’s those who will tell you that 2 2=5) – she doesn’t care what you are like. If she clearly knows that 2 2=3 – they will make something out of you. Again, there is a stupid idea that some people go “to psychology” precisely for this. Not to understand themselves. Not to help others. To manipulate those in relation to whom it is convenient. To learn to “read” people on whom… you simply won’t waste your time. It’s like playing games with cheat codes.

Someone will say that he went into psychology to protect himself from manipulators, but… he doesn’t notice how he becomes one himself. Because he knows the specifics of the work of such people. Perhaps that is one of the reasons why I try to stay away from people who have chosen this direction as a job. Understanding that you will be an eternal patient. A free experimental subject who is always there…

I have had the experience of being in a psychiatric hospital and I know what it is like – a feeling of helplessness, when nothing depends on your “want”. This is the most terrible feeling I have ever encountered. And it only seems that this is shown only in films. And when you are faced with this clearly – there is nothing more terrible…

Is a relationship with a psychologist about something similar? Is it hard to get out of it? Is it easy to let go of it?…I wouldn’t like to know…because, maybe, it’s for the best, that they perceived me as “weak” for them.