I don't understand myself too much anymore. It feels like im multiple people. i can't really like things for more than a few months, i'll hyperfixate on something and then eventually my interest in it fades. Not over the course of 10 years, or 5 years, or even a year, a few fucking months! sometimes even weeks!! There's nothing unique about me. I feel like everything i shouldn't be. Im starting to not even really feel human. Im disconnected from other people, i feel like i make everyone feel worse, like my presence is a curse to others. I don't even know what i feel most of the time. Im young so maybe i just haven't dealt with some of the events in my life yet, but i really don't know what i feel anymore. My emotions are becoming harder to explain as the days pass.
Anyhow, your words have kind of brought me "back to reality" i guess you could say. Im not fixed, obviously. If all it took was some very kind words then this site wouldn't exist. Im not completely sure i want to die, nor am i completely sure i want to live. I'll take some of the advice given earlier in this thread and see how things change.
ya i get that. we are all a legion of characters, none of them flat. i think people with DID only have stricter distinctions between.
i think the interest is something normal these days. i can only learn what i like, there is no use in trying to save all the data we get bombarded with.
you are right about not a certain aspect being special. theres always another dude acing that.
its more of 'the whole of you makes you unique.' i believe theres a lot more special about you than what you'd like to believe. i dont think i make much sense when i say stuff. but every little detail about you is something about you.
its also valid to disconnect from your surroundings.
when i was a child i wished to be never normal, because all the normal i knew was abuse and hate. the occasional special person just states the exception.
for a long time i got more and more silent, because every letter seemed like a curse locked onto a dead person.
a lot of people left me behind because my presence is too heavy, but you know what. normal people bore me. to death.
id rather cry with someone interesting i just met than talk about weather in a cubicle.
all your feelings are valid. its just hard to untangle sometimes, to see what kind of amalgamations brew underneath.
im sorry for those walls. but i know your pain