Oh dear, this makes me think. When I was 14, what was I doing with my life? Rotting in front of a screen like I am today. I feel as if I haven't grown as a person at all since I was like 12. As if I peaked in preschool. I've found out in life that you are almost always your own worst enemy.
I think that's the case for a lot of us. We just tend to stay stagnant in our lives and never really achieve any real growth. I've been suffering from the consequences of that like a dog.
Now, I'm not writing this blogpost in the hopes that I'll discover some outstanding revelation. To myself, or anyone else. I just feel like writing it down. To make the path of pain I walk every day a little less unbearable. Meh. Fucking reddit tier problems. What bullshit. I deserve to starve, then we'll see how I continue to lie still like I am now.
Ted Kaczynski warned us about this, the power process and all. If you don't know what that is, you ought to feel stupid. Anyway, I have never had to lift a finger in my life to accomplish what I wanted. As in, short term pleasures. On second thought, let's not get into that. About Rei.
I haven't watched Evangelion or some such, but from what I know from skimming thru the wiki and hearsay and osmosis and what have you I infer that the plot is this: A bunch of shit that happens, the character I mentioned doesn't have feelings and is as cold as ice, but turns out to be all warm and soft insid or something. Sounds a bit cliched. But I used to be like that until the cracks started to show during the second half of puberty. Let me explain. In preschool, I was quirky and extroverted. And a number of girls crushed on me. In elementary school, I guess I remained kind of like that. But then around the age of 10, something changed. I wouldn't be able to tell you what, though. I lost a lot of my confidence and became timid, reserved, yet still arrogant. I was a sigma male, so to speak. Heh. But in my experience that didn't go well at all. Then, as I'm a sperg, spergs gotta sperg, I did spergy shit. Not gonna tell what at this point, but I missed out on teen love. Badly. However, I can't blame the internet for this. I was internet hermit as early as I can remember. By that I mean the years of 2008-2010. In this order, this is how the family computer was used, which was quite the rarity given the absolute state of the shithole I lived in and my neighborhood's poverty (moom had to have a computer cuz work): Moom, for work, father, for solitaire, sister, for messenger and Orkut, lastly, me. Fortunately though I stuck to innocent flash games. Never interacted in forums or anything. Perhaps the language barrier is to be thanked, but I digress. Then, in 2011, dad left moom, sister left home (she is a whole decade older than me), and it was just me and moom. That meant unrestricted internet access for me. But I still had friends, I still went outside. But then over time I preferred deh internext over playing with them. Then, when I was 12, my moom's psychiatrist suspected I might have Asperger's, which moom dismissed without even telling me about it. But it just goes to show how the screen was leaving its mark on me.
Alright, fine, I'll say it. The spergy things I did in the later half of the 2010s. Physically abusing moom, raping my (male, my junior by 2 years) cousin and having sex with at least two other boys, telling my (then) friend that the background on my phone was my dog's genitals (which wasn't a lie), obsessing over idiotic mobile games, being a general autistic fuckstick, though nothing else comes to mind right now, the list goes on. All of which I do not remember why I did. My brain is like a broken compass sometimes. Was it the thrill? Was it the glee from being able to do something risky? Anyway, I'll wrap this up.
I am a pathetic human being. I have never done any real work in my life and I am so detached from the world and society at large that I have not experienced true sadness nor true happiness. I am a fucking zombie and I have the impression that I am not the only one like this. I just hope it doesn't all end up like this. But, in order to change, I have to find it in me to change. And to create some artificial problem so I can undergo the power process, too. But in reality, I do have problems and stuff to deal with, however, I don't feel anything despite being supposed to when I finish something. The Science says it's a chemical imbalance in the brain, and I believe it. To play internet doctor, that's called anhedonia. Lethargy. Avolition. Or something. Anyway, that's enough writing. I've never been this candid before, but I'm glad I was able to open up to people. Even if it was just a faceless crowd. But that's who I am. An ant in a human anthill. The end.