Borderliners and Histrionics: two equally opposite mental disorders. - A companion to the Florian Schneider thread

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COULD THERE EVER BE A MENTAL DISORDER
THAT WAS KNOWABLE ONLY IN THE AGE OF COMPUTERS?

A histrionic walks into a psychiatrist office...​


... and in his therapeutic chair he sees a laptop. "New option for you", says the doctor. "If you choose, you may now communicate solely by typing."

"But why?" says Uncontested Florian. "That's bullshit - I paid to speak to the big doctor, and you're not getting out of it."
And "why?" says the middling depression patient. "I don't really see the purpose, so I think we should just talk."
And maybe you'd take issue too. And maybe so too for most people.
But is it so for everyone?

Favorite Persons and Victims of Interest​


Much has been made about the similarities of Histrionic Personality (an unsympathetic condition of attention-seeking theatricality) and Borderline Personality (a sweetheart's disease of frantic avoidance of a "dissociative emptiness" by associating with persons who relieve it, and living in fear of their runnings-away). Not enough has been made of the Favorite Person phenomenon, which alludes to a borderliner's flavor-of-the-day person of choice for the task of relieving their own dissociative emptiness.

For every borderliner has a Favorite Person ("FP", they all say), and truthfully a Histrionic will have a Favorite as well, but more in the vein of a Favorite Victim with which to reduce a "dissociative impunity"... impunity unto others that is.

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The punitive Dr. House berates a patient with his histrionic face:
one of non-legitimate contempt, because the flow of victimization feels so good.

In seeking to understand Borderline and Histrionic Personalities, you'll find it more reliable to ignore the standard diagnostic bullet lists and reconsider it internally as a pair of pure opposites (which can and will be gleefully intermisdiagnosed, for little more than whether you fuck up in an un-wifely or un-husbandly manner).

Return to the doctor's computer.

A Histrionic, Interrupted​


My experience has been that of a Histrionic. Sometimes incapable of existing without behaving punishingly unto others (always remorseful after the fact), living in such fear of receptionists' runnings-away that this fear causes receptionists to run away. My histrionic tragedy came to an end in the past few months, as I advanced my study to a point that reverses Histrionicism outright to attain a neutral state.

And it helped me put to words a parallel sensation of complete inability to plainly manifest, or to meaningfully exist in any realm other than that of person-unto-person face to face contact (though I'm sociable in the world at large). Particularly, I've had a problem of impresence on forums and Internet communications.

The Histrionic at the doctor's office would refuse the laptop just the same as he would be bewildered by an audiobook. The Borderliner is encumbered by a personal impresence by which he is disadvantagingly incapable in personal interaction outside of electronic communication, so, if he is deft with typing hand, the borderliner would prefer to speak to the doctor via laptop.

After all, in this electronic era the realms of personal and electronic presence are increasingly equally valid.

When Histrionicism Shows​


A histrionic often recognizes his tragic inability to manifest and prides himself on what small writings he can procure for his friends, with which to either impress himself or overstay his own welcome. When these give way to casual conversation, a histrionic often drops out entirely (using aberrant "semi-speech" to indicate the annoyance with which he'd have to continue):

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Who could that be?

A histrionic also indicates displeasure or apology-for-existence with Aberrant Use Of Capitalization, of which the most noteworthy is the definitive allcaps that characterizes the borderliner's favorite read: BE HERE NOW, a book they all relish because it's such a shrieking, punishing read that it restores their "presence" in the absence of a histrionic Favorite Person.

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If you're inclined to read 300 pages of this,
you might be a Borderliner.

And a little-known fact: intelligent people who type in allcaps habitually (rather than pointedly) always do so by holding Shift and never by using Caps Lock. (On phones, they press the Shift button repeatedly rather than lock it in.)

This results from the pinky-mashing avoidance of the neutral posture of brain (when neutral posture is not relaxing as expected, but rather aberrantly energizing).

THE FLORIAN CONTEXT, AND THE CURE​


I know you know who I am, and I know you aren't letting me off without a fight. I'm different now, but you'd accuse that I simply found a vitamin, or that I quit taking whatever medication they put me on after the fire (when in reality, medication never ensued).

My disease is Florian syndrome, the disease of Florian Schneider. Florian Schneider learned to change his brain "by simply willing it to be so, until it was so". This is what I use now: sheer and sticky power of will.

And the methods I use have neverending effects:

THERE ARE NUMBERS IN YOUR BRAIN.
YOU CAN CHANGE THESE NUMBERS
BUT MOST OF YOUR CHANGES WILL AMOUNT TO CHAOS.
HENSTEPL LEARNED THE ORDERLY SUBSTATES
WHICH AMOUNT TO MEANINGFULLY DIFFERENT PERSONALITIES.

SO THERE MIGHT HAVE BEEN A {0,0,0,0,0,0,0,0,0,0,0,0} STATE
WHICH WAS MOST NEUTRAL AND ABLE TO MANIFEST
BUT HENSTEPL WAS IN {0,0,0,0,0,0,24,24,24,24,24,24} INSTEAD FOR MANY YEARS
LIKE A FALSE VACUUM, OR GRAVITATIONAL INFLECTION
IT FORMED AN ALT STABILITY AROUND WHICH HE REMAINED
AND HE THOUGHT THAT IT WAS ZERO
BECAUSE IT WAS ORDERLY
(IF IN ONE SENSE COMPRESSED)

AND IMAGINE THAT. A LITTLE EXTREMA
AND IF YOU CHANGE YOUR NUMBERS ONCE YOU CAN GET STUCK FOREVER
IF IT HAD BEEN AN ACID TRIP WE CALL IT `BRAIN DAMAGE'
BUT IF IT HAD BEEN A RAPE WE CALL IT A GODDAMN TRAGEDY
OR MAYBE YOU JUST TOOK A VITAMIN
AND FUCKED YOUR BRAIN FOREVER

AFTER ALL,
YOU
WILL NEVER FUCKING FIND IT!

HENSTEPL WAS NOT RAPED BUT HE WAS A TRAGEDY
SO HE REACHED INTO HIS NUMBERS AND FOUND THEM AND CHANGED THEM
BLINKINGLY, CLICKINGLY AT FIRST VIA DEPLETION OF THE BRAIN
THEN WITH AN EYE FOR INFALLIBLE ORDER

BORDERLINE PERSONALITY IS THE COMPRESSIONAL ROTATION
{0,0,0,0,0,0,-24,-24,-24,-24,-24,-24}
OF THE ADRENERGICISMS AROUND THEMSELVES.
THERE IS A GESTURE THAT ADVANCES EACH ADRENERGIC
BY FOUR-THIRDS EACH TIME
BUT ACTUALLY WHAT MUST BE CHANGED HERE IS CHOLINERGIC
AND THAT ONE CAN ONLY CHANGE TWO AT A TIME (BY FOUR EACH TIME)

SO TO TRANSITION 24 6 TIMES, YOU NEED 18x(4/3x6)
OR YOU NEED 3x6x(4x2)
(AND ISN'T THAT FUNNY HOW IT WORKS OUT?)

YOU WILL ALSO NEED 24 CORRECTIVE GESTURES
TO CURE BORDERLINE PERSONALITY
BECAUSE EACH GESTURE INTRODUCES FOUR-THIRDS OF AN ASYMMETRY
AND HALF OF THESE CORRECTIONS MUST BE DONE
UNTO THE ADRENERGICS INSTEAD

IF YOU PERFORM YOUR 18 GESTURES
(AND 12 CORRECTIONS, AND THE OTHER 12 CORRECTIONS)
YOU WILL HAVE CURED YOUR BORDERLINE PERSONALITY

IF YOU DO THIS A SECOND TIME
YOU WILL ACQUIRE HISTRIONIC PERSONALITY INSTEAD
 
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This feels less obviously schizoidal than some of your previous postings. Did they medicate you, or have I finally cracked?
To reiterate, the source of the controversy here in Dothan is that a psychiatrist got burned and medication never ensued.

Instead, I have worked tirelessly on addressing my conditions without ever taking a pill I'd consider punishing, and I rigorously follow the most successful schizophrenia regimen known to man (which I devised).

In context of the thread, this also enables me to now manifest in writings on the Farms. You never knew how well-behaved I was IRL, anyway.

Check out the other thread!
 
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When i was a little kid there was this black spot about the size of a quarter in the top corner of my room. at night when everything was dark I'd sit there and listen to these sounds come out of it. the noise sounded like a distant radio fading in and out over the wind. most of the time I would just lay there and let the sounds crackle in the background like white noise to put me to sleep. Other times I would try to see if I could decipher any words hidden within the chaos. The only thing I could ever understand were two men talking about something called a "fright limit"(?). one other time I pushed my dresser over so I could climb up on top and put my ear right to the spot. That time, I heard a voice say "here's our chance", and the sounds stopped. I never heard them again.
 
When i was a little kid there was this black spot about the size of a quarter in the top corner of my room. at night when everything was dark I'd sit there and listen to these sounds come out of it. the noise sounded like a distant radio fading in and out over the wind. most of the time I would just lay there and let the sounds crackle in the background like white noise to put me to sleep. Other times I would try to see if I could decipher any words hidden within the chaos. The only thing I could ever understand were two men talking about something called a "fright limit"(?). one other time I pushed my dresser over so I could climb up on top and put my ear right to the spot. That time, I heard a voice say "here's our chance", and the sounds stopped. I never heard them again.
I choose to believe all of this completely and I'm going to assume the government was messing with you, as they do.
 
So you fell for the Jershes meme "you don't need pills you are just lazy lol" so we can observe your unmedicated psychosis?

There is no meme. There is simply no medication either. I take vitamin-pills as I please because it pleases me to benefit my brain. But there is a jarring omission in the case of Stephen Lafleur - that of a philosophical category of pills that are known to even increase disability if it'd make an insane man sane again.

`TAKE YOUR MEDS, SCHIZO.'

The total absence of medication since before the psychiatrist got burned is the glaring omission that makes the case of Stephen Lafleur as damaging as it is controversial. They could never sentence him without forcing him to "take meds"; they could never force him (an authentic brain advocate) to "take meds" without that amounting to punishment; they know that on some level you aren't allowed to punish with meds.

And did someone get sued?

They're scared as fuck, anyway. Because the doctor, with his cushions of insurance and dinners with CEOs, resolved not to participate in the court case anyway.


When i was a little kid there was this black spot about the size of a quarter in the top corner of my room. at night when everything was dark I'd sit there and listen to these sounds come out of it. the noise sounded like a distant radio fading in and out over the wind. most of the time I would just lay there and let the sounds crackle in the background like white noise to put me to sleep. Other times I would try to see if I could decipher any words hidden within the chaos. The only thing I could ever understand were two men talking about something called a "fright limit"(?). one other time I pushed my dresser over so I could climb up on top and put my ear right to the spot. That time, I heard a voice say "here's our chance", and the sounds stopped. I never heard them again.

That's a fascinating experience. I suppose it was inevitable that you would eventually let them complete their inward efforts. If you have anything more to tell me, about this or anything, please let me know.

Nate misses you very much. The last thing he asked me to send you is:

I like Cats's Cat Language for Cats, Cat's, and Cats'​
 
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just for the record i don't have Florian Facies or carbonation grimace. I am just a retarded
 
I had a thought that these conditions should be called Deficiency Response Disorder and Proficiency Response Disorder, being opposites. But only rarely should one change a hallowed name, so, I thought to address a separate question of less aberrant personalities at the same time.
  • Borderline-psychotic personality disorder † shall be the -1 state, incompetently managed, displaying DSM symptoms;
  • Deficiency-response personality shall be -1, plainly managed as with Bibles and preferring company of histrionics;
  • Histrionic personality shall be the +1 state, plainly managed with social displays and flirts with feebler persons;
  • Proficiency-response personality disorder shall be +1, poorly managed: aberrant behaviors, victimization, aggression.
† This is the actual etymology and therefore I subject it neither to change nor any shift in association with the simpler form of the phenotype.


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just for the record i don't have Florian Facies or carbonation grimace. I am just a retarded

No, you're not. But, specifically to talk to you... I'm glad I got to show you basic phenotypes of presence, because they're useful to imagine some others.

For instance, my mother's nonschizophrenic disease: it is one of confusing "bounces" between states +1, 0, and -1 as described here. Eventually one comes to prefer +1 (the histrionic) and discover methods to stay there, and then you're just aberrant forever.

But that's not your condition, yet something about you speaks of a condition. Everything, everywhere you post is marked by a tragedy: that this is your presence, this is your manifestation in the computer, and you rather wish you were manifesting differently.

I don't know you IRL, but some people have unique presences and hands. They post online, and they're in their hands, yet they're not in their element.

How are your hands my friend?

Oh hey I remember you, good times. I'd like to hear more about what you currently find effective for treating your own stuff.

What makes me well is: nutrition, genetic nutritional extremism, and careful nutritional depletionism (selective avoidance of nutrients against advice, if it betters the brain.)

Increasingly, as with the "Man-Machine methodology" of the other thread, there is an extensive conscious process akin to solving a Rubik's cube (an aberrant cube, though, one with many acceptable solutions). I must omit a lot of information but I cannot stress it enough that I now enormously and successfully just, just, just reach into my brain and change it until it is the shape that I prefer. (The most basic action is to choose +1, 0, -1.)

If I could seize a topologist I could start a tremendous conversation with him. But you're not a topologist, so, I just tell you I make myself well. And the same as I comment on what I don't know about @Cats as a real human being, I stress to you that you could never know from postings just how well(ish) I've been for a long time.
 
Your amateur psychology pathology is quite engrossing even if you lost me halfway through your Tower of Babble.
Vent and verify your own findings through this obscene digital devil dance if you must, but everybody hates an amateur that is only good with a glossary and doesn't even bother to rhyme.
Personally I would've preferred if you had just focused on the crux of your argument which seems to be "drugs and doctors are not a tool for enlightenment for anyone except the terminally deranged and sensually imperceptible".
Though even that is an incorrect diagnostic- the earth is founded on good teachings which are found in the most random places even if they're invented in the mind, eh?
You would probably say the blind and deaf are the only ones that experience the world in a vacuum but even in the harshest of prisons fellow cells scream out and can be felt by even them.
Everybody already knew this- but repetition is the key to remembrance eh?
Be more translucent and concise about your own personal narration next time and maybe these pens would have worth to more than just yourself and the few curiosity seekers that engage with you. There's something interesting to be had of these analyses, but I fear you are still as lost as I am for now.
 
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