Deleted member 8353
Former Hikikomori, Aimless Pleasure Seeker
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I keep thinking about my past, and I can't help but wonder, why did I simply accept my surroundings and perceptions for what they were? I've been taught what all sorts of things are, how to use them, innumerable meaningless dates, ideas, and knowledge of all kinds, but never why I'm doing any of it. It's incredibly curious how we simply accept things for what they are without ever really questioning our perceptions. It wasn't until last year that I noticed the pixels in my eyesight, why didn't I notice them before?
My body just feels wrong somehow. I'm typing this on my keyboard, but why do I have to use my fingers, why don't the letters just appear? Why do I even have fingers? Again I'm overcome by the feeling that I shouldn't exist is this form. Or maybe it's that I shouldn't be here at all? I eat because I'm hungry, but I never used to question why I got hungry, I just accepted the phenomenon for what it was.
What am I exactly? Apparently I'm a human, whatever that means, but what I'm saying is I don't understand what I really am. If I look in a mirror I see a reflection that moves in response to me, but what makes it mine? I can't actually see my own face, it's curious how I have to use deductive reasoning to conclude that the reflection is mine, yet it's only an image of my body. Did I always have this body? I'm not so sure, and thinking about it makes me feel uneasy.
Being trapped in this body feels strange, I want to get out.
My body just feels wrong somehow. I'm typing this on my keyboard, but why do I have to use my fingers, why don't the letters just appear? Why do I even have fingers? Again I'm overcome by the feeling that I shouldn't exist is this form. Or maybe it's that I shouldn't be here at all? I eat because I'm hungry, but I never used to question why I got hungry, I just accepted the phenomenon for what it was.
What am I exactly? Apparently I'm a human, whatever that means, but what I'm saying is I don't understand what I really am. If I look in a mirror I see a reflection that moves in response to me, but what makes it mine? I can't actually see my own face, it's curious how I have to use deductive reasoning to conclude that the reflection is mine, yet it's only an image of my body. Did I always have this body? I'm not so sure, and thinking about it makes me feel uneasy.
Being trapped in this body feels strange, I want to get out.