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watchingthewheels
Enlightened
- Jan 23, 2021
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I've never been formally diagnoses, but I've long suspected that I am on the autism spectrum; highly introverted and most likely on the Asperger's side of the spectrum. One thing that has led me to suicidal ideation, among other, is loneliness, combined with anger. Part of me feels rejected, but then, another part of me is the one doing the rejecting. That part is the "inability to play the game", whether in love, business, whatever. Everything seems based on Machiavellian scheming and manipulation...even in love. And I've put my heart on my sleeve, along with my beliefs and intentions, out of sheer naivete, to the point where that's been used against me once too often. Though I've wisened up, now, I still can't play the game, I can only defend myself. But I don't WANT to play the game, either. So while I do stick around in a sense out of defiance to that, it just makes me tired, at the same time. As I get older, it's a "War of Attrition", one that ultimately grinds me down.
People say they want honesty and truth, and openness, but do they? It reminds me of something I once read that really resonated:
"This may sound naive. But—is our life ever to have any reality? Are we ever going to live on the level? Or is life always to be something else, something different from what it should be? A real life, simple and sincere, and even naive, is the only life where all the potential grandeur and beauty of human existence can really be found. Are there real reasons for accepting the substitute, that which we have today? No one has shown today's life, as it really is, with its real meaning and its reasons. I'm going to show it. If it's not a pretty picture—well, what is the alternative?"
As I get older, I feel more and more that this world is dead-set against living "life on the level", and I don't want to play those games to get ahead, if that's what it takes. So then, the feeling of rejection becomes mutual; they reject me, and I reject them.
People say they want honesty and truth, and openness, but do they? It reminds me of something I once read that really resonated:
"This may sound naive. But—is our life ever to have any reality? Are we ever going to live on the level? Or is life always to be something else, something different from what it should be? A real life, simple and sincere, and even naive, is the only life where all the potential grandeur and beauty of human existence can really be found. Are there real reasons for accepting the substitute, that which we have today? No one has shown today's life, as it really is, with its real meaning and its reasons. I'm going to show it. If it's not a pretty picture—well, what is the alternative?"
As I get older, I feel more and more that this world is dead-set against living "life on the level", and I don't want to play those games to get ahead, if that's what it takes. So then, the feeling of rejection becomes mutual; they reject me, and I reject them.
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