Deleted member 34664
Unicel
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It's like it's the only way to feel different. It's a depressive which only amplifies everything much more. Time feels less heavy but not necessarily slower, no idea if that makes sense. Low energy and docile. Thinking about when friends even were a part of existence before everyone moved away and it's just you alone. I asked a girl out in February and got rejected again. She gave me a fake number. I sat there like an idiot waiting for her to text me back lmaoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
No response ever. I'm way too low energy now for anything. Not that bad, just can't compete with everyone. Thought it a really powerful thing. You know how everyone exist in their little world? Not me, I see how the world really is. I don't look at someone and think, oh, just a person. I know who they are and what they are like. I mean all the time I look around and think about things. I never am not thinking.
I think and I observe everywhere I am. I am never not looking around and hearing and thinking. It's like no one has self awareness of any kind. They all just exist like me but I see how things really are. The incontrovertible truths and realties of the world, the universe. I too abide and am slave to them. That just goes to show that all humans abide by them, no matter how different you think you are. Just shitloads of thinking, that's all I do. I have no idea how some of you do it, it's mindblowing to me.
You ever think about how the past reacts to the future? Like when the curvature started for your life? I mean we all start out as infants completely unaware and not knowing what's to be. When does it really start? Like there's an entity containing the physical body we move and use. On such a greater scale of difference - not good or bad. It's like no one knows this world or universe how I do. At the very least in my mind. I'm not delusional, it's just a perspective you get from observing and thinking so much and being this way.
I'm not ever angry or mad, just really tired. So no I'm not triggered or whatever. I like reading this, not sure why. Just feel not unequitable?
"Existence. . . . what a strange word. He set out by determination & curiosity, knows no existence, knows nothing relevant to himself. The petty declarations of others & everything on this world, in this world, he knows the answers to. Yet they have no purpose to him. He seeks knowledge of the unthinkable, of the undefineable, of the unknown. He explores the everything5 ... using his mind, the most powerful tool known to him. Not a physical barrier blocking the limits of exploration, time thru thought thru dimensions . . . the everything is his realm. Yet, the more he thinks, hoping to find answers to his questions, the more come up. Amazingly, the petty things mean much to him at this time, how he wants to be normal, not this transceiver of the everything. Then occurring to him, the answer. How everything is connected yet separate. By experiencing the petty others actions, reactions, emotions, doings, and thoughts, he gets a mental picture of what, in his mind, is a cycle.
Existence is a great hall, life is one of the rooms, death is passing thru the doors, & the everexistent compulsion of everything is the curiosity to keep moving down the hall, thru the doors, exploring rooms, down this never-ending hall. Questions make answers, answers conceive questions, and at long last he is content."
No response ever. I'm way too low energy now for anything. Not that bad, just can't compete with everyone. Thought it a really powerful thing. You know how everyone exist in their little world? Not me, I see how the world really is. I don't look at someone and think, oh, just a person. I know who they are and what they are like. I mean all the time I look around and think about things. I never am not thinking.
I think and I observe everywhere I am. I am never not looking around and hearing and thinking. It's like no one has self awareness of any kind. They all just exist like me but I see how things really are. The incontrovertible truths and realties of the world, the universe. I too abide and am slave to them. That just goes to show that all humans abide by them, no matter how different you think you are. Just shitloads of thinking, that's all I do. I have no idea how some of you do it, it's mindblowing to me.
You ever think about how the past reacts to the future? Like when the curvature started for your life? I mean we all start out as infants completely unaware and not knowing what's to be. When does it really start? Like there's an entity containing the physical body we move and use. On such a greater scale of difference - not good or bad. It's like no one knows this world or universe how I do. At the very least in my mind. I'm not delusional, it's just a perspective you get from observing and thinking so much and being this way.
I'm not ever angry or mad, just really tired. So no I'm not triggered or whatever. I like reading this, not sure why. Just feel not unequitable?
"Existence. . . . what a strange word. He set out by determination & curiosity, knows no existence, knows nothing relevant to himself. The petty declarations of others & everything on this world, in this world, he knows the answers to. Yet they have no purpose to him. He seeks knowledge of the unthinkable, of the undefineable, of the unknown. He explores the everything5 ... using his mind, the most powerful tool known to him. Not a physical barrier blocking the limits of exploration, time thru thought thru dimensions . . . the everything is his realm. Yet, the more he thinks, hoping to find answers to his questions, the more come up. Amazingly, the petty things mean much to him at this time, how he wants to be normal, not this transceiver of the everything. Then occurring to him, the answer. How everything is connected yet separate. By experiencing the petty others actions, reactions, emotions, doings, and thoughts, he gets a mental picture of what, in his mind, is a cycle.
Existence is a great hall, life is one of the rooms, death is passing thru the doors, & the everexistent compulsion of everything is the curiosity to keep moving down the hall, thru the doors, exploring rooms, down this never-ending hall. Questions make answers, answers conceive questions, and at long last he is content."