The past year has been passive and cold. I don’t feel hopeless because I have lost my ability to predict the future. I have done many stupid things, but I cannot feel remorse for my actions.
I am not aspirational. Without emotions, it is difficult to find meaning in anything. I tried going to church, praying but it is nothing more than reciting wishes to yourself. Life is a road paved with hints of pleasure and pain. Without these, existence is meaningless.
Perhaps all we ought to do is pursue what pleases us. Hedonism.
I cannot see how people find peace in belief of eternal life. I wonder if they dream of an eternal orgasm, but pleasure is nothing but an earthly indicator.
I tried to meditate, even started taking a class. But with a racing mind, I could not get anywhere.
I don’t know what the future looks like. What belief system must I choose, to convince myself I am the one who is deluded. Without sugar coating reality, I don’t know how people choose to go on.
I wish I could believe there was a man watching over me from the sky above. A father that would welcome my death “Well lived my son.” Unfortunately, I know there is no man in the sky. And the more I contemplate on it, I am more afraid of what reality could be.
What am I but one of billions of conscious entities subject to the blind, unforgiving laws of nature?
I think it is funny how parents rejoice at the birth of a child. It seems as if they have stored all these questions and doubts about life in a box they seem to ignore. Perhaps it is my indifference that is causing this confusion.
I was much better at self-deception and ignoring the “rough spots” when I still felt.
But what is even scarier is that I when I look in the mirror, I see just a face. I no longer recognize a self. It is almost as if my sense of self disappeared completely. Even now, I don’t identify with these thoughts. I see them as nothing more than a ideas springing up in my mind.
I wonder if I will go back to being normal even after my emotions have been restored. I hope I will compare myself to others in worse conditions and feel ashamed. Maybe that will motivate me to conform, make friends, fulfill the social expectations.
If I were my old self, I would diagnose this state of mind as pure defiance. Against the status quo, against everything normal. And it seems like there is no reason why I am this way. I felt no self-pity or other attitude toward myself to give myself the right to forget the norm. In fact, I was very conformist and idealist. I worried about how others perceived me and my social status.
It may have been triggered by immense frustration. I remember back in Spring of 09, I would feel sudden onset of racing thoughts in class and lose my ability to concentrate. These thoughts came with anxiety about being judged by people surrounding me. I would waste a whole class hour absent minded and ask myself what the point was. When my efforts were not being met by results, the struggle seemed more and more meaningless.
As of right now, I say I have no desires or emotions. But it is possible that I have both, just no one to feel them. I find myself sometimes day dreaming about becoming motivated again, feeling alright and at peace with the world. Finding a place for myself in society, finally belonging. Finding optimism and feeling safe and secure. However, at other times, I think I died a long time ago. My spirit is dead and I am just pushing against a suicide deadline. The funny thing is there is no emotional tune to either of these types of thoughts. They pass and go just like thoughts about the weather. I have no preference for one over the other.
The reason I emphasize the “no-emotion” state is maybe because I am somewhat guarded by it. It presents a kind of new freedom, where my actions have no consequences, at least for me. Even though I can’t say I am pleased by it. I think I would rather stay dead and cold than go back to a constant state of anxiety and depression. In the past 9 months, I have witnessed myself destructing, like a silent observer.
I failed a quarter, I dropped out of college. If I still had emotions, I have no doubt I would be in a state of self-loathing. It seems all the work and sacrifice I went through in high school was in vain. But I don’t feel that. Maybe this state I am in is sort of a protective shell or coma constructed to protect whatever is left of my fragile ego.
Another disappointing failure is that I have failed in trying to find why this is happening. I began suspecting something was wrong my first year at college. I thought it might have been a hormonal imbalance, or something else wrong with the rest of my body. Being unable to concentrate, I felt stupid in many of my courses. Being black did not help either, I think I developed somewhat of a racial inferiority complex. I was regarded by my peers as smart because I seemed introverted and quiet. That increased my anxiety about fears regarding my academic performance.
I began researching and thought Klinefelter’s Syndrome might be a good fit for me. I saw a doctor more than three times but they said it was unlikely that I had it. Even though a couple of months passed with some sense of relief, I began wondering what was wrong with me when I saw that I did not share many of the Young Adult desires with my fellow mates. However, I found nothing wrong with the over-empathetic and lonely lifestyle I was leading. I had no doubt my floor mates regarded my behavior as odd, especially for a black person. But I had a firm sense of identity and self until “the night”.
“the night” is what I use to refer to this one sleepless night I lay in my bed and realized that none of it matters. I knew I was stepping into rough “thought territory” that night, but It seemed like a brave step in my quest to find why I could no longer sleep. The moment I realized that Life was short, that I would someday die and whatever does not ultimately matter, I felt like my brain was literally exploding. I was in terror. I then learned that everything I was doing. My sense of right and wrong, my ideals, were insignificant. This was painful because they were the reason I did not actively engage a social life. In my head, I was sort of fighting the norm or whatever conformity represented and it seemed meaningless. I tried to wrap my head around it by considering the possibility of an eternal after-life, but in eternity there can be no consequences. So it is just as meaningless.
I was scared, terrified at first. I knelt and prayed. Moment after moment, the emotional baggage I had been carrying since childhood unfolded. I did not sleep that night. The next day, I felt liberated in that I no longer felt the social anxiety that had been haunting me for years. It was almost like a soothing relaxation.
Looking back, I think I would be a lot better off if “the night” hadn’t happened. I have always been curious and insightful about things. However, I don’t understand why a 17 year old thinks about heavy matters such as the meaning of life.
But I haven’t lost everything , I have gained some freedoms from it as well. I don’t spend time worrying about how I rank on the social ladder. My communication skills have improved greatly. I think my intellect is somewhat sharper, although less focused. However, responsibility and emotion wise, I have become like a child. I behave in ways I didn’t in my teen years.
Right now, I can almost say I am content about having no emotions. (Not the emotion, contentment) The weight is probably too heavy to dawn on me instantly. I would let my brain heal on its own except for the motivation part. I find myself making stupid decisions everyday, and without remorse, I might end up in pretty bad shape by the time I come back to sanity.
I sometimes find myself making strange facial expressions. Combination of smiling and anger. I still laugh when I hear a good joke and smile when I am complemented, but I feel no joy at all on the inside. For that same reason, I avoid situations where an emotional stimulus is expected. In addition, I know that I sometimes seem to be suppressing laughter and smiling. This awareness makes it all more uncomfortable.
In a Buddhist sense, I can almost say I am free of attachments. No ego to maintain, no love, no relationships, no cravings if it weren’t for the constant racing thoughts. Yet I don’t pride myself as one might expect because there is no one to attribute this quality to.
If I could humble myself, like I once was able to. I would not have anxiety. It is wise to “let go and let god” if possible. I envy the simpler me I was a year ago.
However deep within, I find my self repeating the notion “i have no desire”. Maybe these thoughts are feelings and I do have desires but I cannot feel them. But thinking about the most hurtful memories doesn’t bring up any emotion at all.
I cannot say I feel this or that way because I have contradictory thoughts in my mind. If I feel any emotion at all, maybe it is fear that I will go back into a deep depression again.
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