I am right there with you. I can't engage with popular movies or television shows precisely because of this issue. It feels omnipresent: Everyone seems to being doing so well—even at the bottom of society—why does every minute of life feel so catastrophic for me compared to this? How am I supposed to relate to this media when it feels so distant and abstracted, whilst proving my failure as a person? Even things as simple as going to the grocery store become so fraught and horrific that any comprehension of how all of these other people are functioning becomes distorted and incomprehensible... How can I be expected to relate to the glamorized version of this life?
It feels intrinsic and the idea that it can be dislodged becomes ridiculous... Hence us being here, I suppose.
It likely can be dislodged but only if you manage to lose part or all of your humanity. Meaning, interiorize new values and remove those that are making you suffer. I've have been fantasizing about this the last years, but it doesn't actually materialize. I don't feel human/normal nor I act like one, but I have to endure the torment that human wishes unleash on those that fail to fulfill a modicum of them.
If I could construct and install a new set of values/aspirations in my psyche, I could genuinely stop caring about not having what has never been meant for me. For example, I spent years studying a philosopher nobody knows about (and this is having already entered the first filter, which is that people don't care about philosophers), or researching conspiracy theories.
From these deep dives into niche, solitary interests I derived solid intellectual conclusions that have stood the test of time. If I could rewire my brain to be joyful JUST with the conclusions, with the mere feeling of understanding reality better and the ability to prove it by predictions, but not needy about having many people agreeing with me, I could live more satisfactorily. My brain is still very much social, while also having crucial social regions severely altered. So I actually long more sincerely from fitting in than with having some contrarían view that makes sense to me and being friendless.
This is an example I put of how the things I can actually do (exhaustive research) are not what I actually want (being liked, liking others), and what I actually want I seem unable to do. What I want is very human, and what I can do is more machine-like. If we could rewire our wants to things we actually can achieve we would have hacked happiness.