MetabolicTrash
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When I grew up there were problems. I remember being seen as weak or soft -- easily a target at times. It was true that at times I did act weak or didn't stick up for myself, but how was I supposed to know how to not act weak then? It wasn't like I really had any proper push or such -- just felt a lot like I was a victim, even of those close like family. I'm not throwing my family entirely under the bus, but I do recall older relatives making fun of me and me crying definitely more times than one -- some events especially don't sit well with me, but I do not really hold grudges anymore and just try to move on.
I know that there was definitely some trauma, but can't really put my finger on any one thing -- just really a whole wide-spectrum of things and the sum of their presumed "effects." I remember specifically an instance where -- I was about 5 or 6 maybe -- I was playing around in a parking lot walking with my mother and just being a kid I suppose. I was joyous and happy at least when "coddled" maybe or in nourishing peaks -- that was around the time I started learning of video games and computers and etc. I remember that one day in that parking lot my mother grabbed my arm and yanked me angrily and said something like, "This is not a game!" My mood was instantly shattered and ruined -- and I can very clearly remember this day/event.
I'm not going to say that one event in particular was traumatic overall to some sizable degree, but there are a few of these "burned" memories that are very easy to picture in my mind's eye. I don't dwell on them or anything, but sometimes they do pop up and depending on my metabolic status and such the response to them can be different.
I think my mother maybe thought I was born "weak" or something and had to shield me and over-protect me, but at the same time this approach probably had some setbacks even if there were positives. I get the feeling that maybe being a "mama's boy" made me more of a target. Since my development was a bit "different" you can say from this (I felt different from other people often as a kid, even though at other times in childhood I felt relatable for some reason). I hated how I began to realize that being picked on was because I was too soft or weak, and didn't know what to do about it. Fight? Hurt people? Scream back? Then someone screams back louder? Then get punished? I mean someone has to get where I'm coming from here: as a kid you don't really have much resources so to speak for handling various things. I didn't have many friends ever really and was home almost exclusively most of my childhood. There was always so much stuff going on with family and etc. that is was always bustling and dysfunction even to big depths at times. I remember some events like a "bitter sweet" thing -- also some even possibly "psychosexual" triggers in development years.
What really grinded me was how ambivalent everyone was -- like I was expressive and had a certain "direction" or "insight" of seeing things while others just didn't give and were unamused. Even now it's like I sometimes have ideas that intrigue me, but feel like no one really "gets it" or basically cares. I am sure loneliness and depression were at least occasional staples growing up, but that was likely by design (i.e., you don't stay home nearly 24/7 without suffering the effects of the limitations and confines of being home all of that time). I even remember at times that I would maybe repel others as like a "protective mechanism" -- a way to "guard" myself? Basically you believe certain people must be "wrong" so they cannot negatively influence or hurt you emotionally/psychologically/etc. I do not see things so divided anymore, but can't felt but sometimes resonate with the same mentality -- shutting away the "wrong" or "damaging" and then feeling lost in where to stand because it becomes polarized.
It's like you don't want to "pick a side" but if you don't you end up drowning in between two ships in a sense, coming to the idea that sometimes not picking an option feels like you're missing anything at all. So really there is a confused or unaccomplished demeanor to how I can trust/see people. I've always felt like people in general don't really like me (upbringing probably has the most to do with this), even though I know to a degree this can't wholly be true as I have had decent/close bonds with people before.
I guess the whole problem is getting past the inherent feeling of not being "good enough." I can be objective more about it and forget any certain "expectations of some" regarding me, but even then it's hard to distinguish between not being "weak" and being "good enough for myself." Also, the correlation with all of such developmental mishaps/dysfunction and such plays perfectly in to the myriad of "metabolic disorders" that overlap psychological issues, namely driven as thyroid function and stress as just one point of view. I believe in some sense that my getting past issues is part mental and even part maladaptation -- which is like saying I've developmentally coincided with chronic stress that has been a "background noise" in all events throughout childhood from certain points on. By being "coddled" I possibly withdrew myself from "bad" things that maybe my mother thought she was shielding me from. I hated feeling weak, but didn't know what I could do about it. Now it's clearly different, but even though I know many things I can do about it I don't know what's best. I've thought of different environments, but that's an undertaking to just "change your life" one day to the next -- not by way of difficulty but the adaptation part being stressful and harmful.
At the same time we say to change things to help ourselves it's like the same things that hurt us are a part of us and banishing them is like banishing apart of you. Leaving a "bad environment" gives you a new approach/new novelty even, but how do you make the transition? It's like the abused partner mentality -- staying because they are accustomed to it and afraid to move on. Not that you're afraid of the person abusing, but afraid of leaving the arrangement that accompanies the abuse. I want to be "free" of any confines, but at the same time feel constrained because of things like not having enough money or etc.
Also, how "free" are you if you're stuck working non-stop to try and obtain "freedom" then? I mean I guess most people can maybe "suck it up" and become indoctrinated in to the 9/5 work life and then obtain money for said freedom/novelty, but I really can't manage seeing it that way. I cannot see myself as "free" because of constraints, but the paradox is that obtaining the thing to give you "freedom" comes with a regimen/construct of itself. Some apparently find the sense of wonder/freedom/"true choice" without money -- I probably could too and will at some point, yeah. I guess the real issue is just how you find freedom of choice and circumstances without thinking about money and confines of some sort that supposedly give you that "freedom" anyways.
I can't see myself as someone who works "just to work" or etc. The singular "job" entails more than just work -- like stated it's a construct. The "work life" has some bit of social rules people say, along with dress code, "rules" or policies and so on. You are not assigning yourself to freedom if you're right away determining what "rules and regulations" you must follow for another person for a significant portion of your time in exchange for money. For that "arrangement" it would cost more than money -- more like the value of what I believe enlightenment costs. No, I am not strictly "anti-work" but have heard of an actual "movement" of sorts that I kind of agree with. Since so many people are valued by what they do/their "role" or position it's hard to not fall between the cracks when you're not recruited in to the "norms" of society in a specific fashion. I don't believe fakeness on my part helps anyone, including myself. I could not be fake or a bold-faced liar for the sake of a small check in exchange for fitting any expected molds of characterization or behavior/beliefs -- the tradeoff is much more than money can make up for. I guess some people just falls through the cracks no matter what, but it's really about how you see things and yourself and what you decide for yourself in how you look, act, and strive in the grand scheme of things.
In other words it's probably better to allow yourself to be "abnormal" and fall through the cracks if it's the best resolution for yourself and others, as pretending you belong in a place you're not entirely comfortable in doesn't likely do you or any others much good in a prosocial sense. You might have to look beyond just the "norm" sometimes if you want to really see what institution of beliefs you really stand for and why -- and at times even who you really are or want to be.
On final closing words on "money issues" I guess it depends on how you view your freedom. In a capitalistic society many would see a contradiction between freedom and a lack of financial resources, but some people seem to reach their ideal place without needing much money. Even if you did achieve money it is no guarantee you're always going to achieve the freedom you want/lack of stress/sense of purpose/etc. Maybe it's just better usually to find your purpose and be true to your self in a less than optimal place but aware of your options and choices than trade more of your independence for routines and rigidity to "climb the ladder" just for the sake of the extra resources. I may not be the only one who sees it this way, but I don't believe life is actually supposed to be a "game" played by certain rules and measures -- it's possibly more enjoyable as an experience in some ways to say the least. Perhaps you only become truly "strong" when someone or something instills the sense strength within you, whether that's part psychological and/or part metabolic/hormonal/environmental/etc.
I know that there was definitely some trauma, but can't really put my finger on any one thing -- just really a whole wide-spectrum of things and the sum of their presumed "effects." I remember specifically an instance where -- I was about 5 or 6 maybe -- I was playing around in a parking lot walking with my mother and just being a kid I suppose. I was joyous and happy at least when "coddled" maybe or in nourishing peaks -- that was around the time I started learning of video games and computers and etc. I remember that one day in that parking lot my mother grabbed my arm and yanked me angrily and said something like, "This is not a game!" My mood was instantly shattered and ruined -- and I can very clearly remember this day/event.
I'm not going to say that one event in particular was traumatic overall to some sizable degree, but there are a few of these "burned" memories that are very easy to picture in my mind's eye. I don't dwell on them or anything, but sometimes they do pop up and depending on my metabolic status and such the response to them can be different.
I think my mother maybe thought I was born "weak" or something and had to shield me and over-protect me, but at the same time this approach probably had some setbacks even if there were positives. I get the feeling that maybe being a "mama's boy" made me more of a target. Since my development was a bit "different" you can say from this (I felt different from other people often as a kid, even though at other times in childhood I felt relatable for some reason). I hated how I began to realize that being picked on was because I was too soft or weak, and didn't know what to do about it. Fight? Hurt people? Scream back? Then someone screams back louder? Then get punished? I mean someone has to get where I'm coming from here: as a kid you don't really have much resources so to speak for handling various things. I didn't have many friends ever really and was home almost exclusively most of my childhood. There was always so much stuff going on with family and etc. that is was always bustling and dysfunction even to big depths at times. I remember some events like a "bitter sweet" thing -- also some even possibly "psychosexual" triggers in development years.
What really grinded me was how ambivalent everyone was -- like I was expressive and had a certain "direction" or "insight" of seeing things while others just didn't give and were unamused. Even now it's like I sometimes have ideas that intrigue me, but feel like no one really "gets it" or basically cares. I am sure loneliness and depression were at least occasional staples growing up, but that was likely by design (i.e., you don't stay home nearly 24/7 without suffering the effects of the limitations and confines of being home all of that time). I even remember at times that I would maybe repel others as like a "protective mechanism" -- a way to "guard" myself? Basically you believe certain people must be "wrong" so they cannot negatively influence or hurt you emotionally/psychologically/etc. I do not see things so divided anymore, but can't felt but sometimes resonate with the same mentality -- shutting away the "wrong" or "damaging" and then feeling lost in where to stand because it becomes polarized.
It's like you don't want to "pick a side" but if you don't you end up drowning in between two ships in a sense, coming to the idea that sometimes not picking an option feels like you're missing anything at all. So really there is a confused or unaccomplished demeanor to how I can trust/see people. I've always felt like people in general don't really like me (upbringing probably has the most to do with this), even though I know to a degree this can't wholly be true as I have had decent/close bonds with people before.
I guess the whole problem is getting past the inherent feeling of not being "good enough." I can be objective more about it and forget any certain "expectations of some" regarding me, but even then it's hard to distinguish between not being "weak" and being "good enough for myself." Also, the correlation with all of such developmental mishaps/dysfunction and such plays perfectly in to the myriad of "metabolic disorders" that overlap psychological issues, namely driven as thyroid function and stress as just one point of view. I believe in some sense that my getting past issues is part mental and even part maladaptation -- which is like saying I've developmentally coincided with chronic stress that has been a "background noise" in all events throughout childhood from certain points on. By being "coddled" I possibly withdrew myself from "bad" things that maybe my mother thought she was shielding me from. I hated feeling weak, but didn't know what I could do about it. Now it's clearly different, but even though I know many things I can do about it I don't know what's best. I've thought of different environments, but that's an undertaking to just "change your life" one day to the next -- not by way of difficulty but the adaptation part being stressful and harmful.
At the same time we say to change things to help ourselves it's like the same things that hurt us are a part of us and banishing them is like banishing apart of you. Leaving a "bad environment" gives you a new approach/new novelty even, but how do you make the transition? It's like the abused partner mentality -- staying because they are accustomed to it and afraid to move on. Not that you're afraid of the person abusing, but afraid of leaving the arrangement that accompanies the abuse. I want to be "free" of any confines, but at the same time feel constrained because of things like not having enough money or etc.
Also, how "free" are you if you're stuck working non-stop to try and obtain "freedom" then? I mean I guess most people can maybe "suck it up" and become indoctrinated in to the 9/5 work life and then obtain money for said freedom/novelty, but I really can't manage seeing it that way. I cannot see myself as "free" because of constraints, but the paradox is that obtaining the thing to give you "freedom" comes with a regimen/construct of itself. Some apparently find the sense of wonder/freedom/"true choice" without money -- I probably could too and will at some point, yeah. I guess the real issue is just how you find freedom of choice and circumstances without thinking about money and confines of some sort that supposedly give you that "freedom" anyways.
I can't see myself as someone who works "just to work" or etc. The singular "job" entails more than just work -- like stated it's a construct. The "work life" has some bit of social rules people say, along with dress code, "rules" or policies and so on. You are not assigning yourself to freedom if you're right away determining what "rules and regulations" you must follow for another person for a significant portion of your time in exchange for money. For that "arrangement" it would cost more than money -- more like the value of what I believe enlightenment costs. No, I am not strictly "anti-work" but have heard of an actual "movement" of sorts that I kind of agree with. Since so many people are valued by what they do/their "role" or position it's hard to not fall between the cracks when you're not recruited in to the "norms" of society in a specific fashion. I don't believe fakeness on my part helps anyone, including myself. I could not be fake or a bold-faced liar for the sake of a small check in exchange for fitting any expected molds of characterization or behavior/beliefs -- the tradeoff is much more than money can make up for. I guess some people just falls through the cracks no matter what, but it's really about how you see things and yourself and what you decide for yourself in how you look, act, and strive in the grand scheme of things.
In other words it's probably better to allow yourself to be "abnormal" and fall through the cracks if it's the best resolution for yourself and others, as pretending you belong in a place you're not entirely comfortable in doesn't likely do you or any others much good in a prosocial sense. You might have to look beyond just the "norm" sometimes if you want to really see what institution of beliefs you really stand for and why -- and at times even who you really are or want to be.
On final closing words on "money issues" I guess it depends on how you view your freedom. In a capitalistic society many would see a contradiction between freedom and a lack of financial resources, but some people seem to reach their ideal place without needing much money. Even if you did achieve money it is no guarantee you're always going to achieve the freedom you want/lack of stress/sense of purpose/etc. Maybe it's just better usually to find your purpose and be true to your self in a less than optimal place but aware of your options and choices than trade more of your independence for routines and rigidity to "climb the ladder" just for the sake of the extra resources. I may not be the only one who sees it this way, but I don't believe life is actually supposed to be a "game" played by certain rules and measures -- it's possibly more enjoyable as an experience in some ways to say the least. Perhaps you only become truly "strong" when someone or something instills the sense strength within you, whether that's part psychological and/or part metabolic/hormonal/environmental/etc.
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