Originally Posted by
snoop
However, coming out of the emotional intensity of those two years, it's like I shed all emotion. All I ever feel now is indifference, boredom, and from time to time mild melancholy spells. Rather than worry about everything like I used to, like my mom does (she's got ridiculous anxiety), I find myself literally incapable of finding enough motivation to care. I honestly don't care what I do with my life, what I become or achieve, or where I'm at even in the next year. I used to think about death a lot when I was depressed, and despite hating myself as much as I did, I was very scared to die and took little risks because I was afraid of death. Now, I know that I don't want to die, but I take many life threatening risks without much problem. The thought simply doesn't cause fear. In my boredom, for example, since I live in a kinda Podunk town, I usually tear through the country going, on average, between 60 and 80 mph in my truck, when on a majority of the roads the speed limit is 35 to 45 mph. I've stolen things from stores plenty of times, in fact for a long time I was getting too good at it. I have since, for the most part, stopped doing this. I no longer feel love for my family, I don't think I would feel a thing if tomorrow I were told they all died. I have a bad habit of somehow getting lots of money from my parents when they aren't even all that well off. I'm so good at it that many times I can appear very honest or like I've got cash of my own, while still receiving a lot. Despite having a job this summer, somehow they're still giving me the same amount of money as before even when I've got my own income.
My relationships with people are largely superficial, and most friends I have aren't really friends. I have two really good friends and that's it, the rest are more like familiar acquaintances. I'm very capable of appearing however I need to. I'm practically a pathological liar now--I've always lied a lot, but now I don't even consider the lies I tell to be "lies" in my head. Like, they fit in the same category as everything else, like I believe my own lie at the same time knowing it isn't true; there is no anxiety of being caught or even for the mere fact I'm lying when I tell one. As a result, I am very manipulative. I mostly use what I call soft manipulation, where I act certain ways on purpose to get people to think of me in a specific way so as to provide myself options in future encounters. I also tend to try and be most everyone's "friend" or a friendly guy because more often than not, positive relationships are much more useful than negative ones. I also don't want anyone to get leverage on me, so I try and be the "better person" in the relationship. I can use a persons own good will against them, and am also very good at knowing when others are manipulating me, or at least attempting it. If someone tries to manipulate me, they're really doing me a favor because 9 times out of 10 I'm better at it than they are and I can let them think I've been successfully manipulated when in reality I'm further getting the picture I want painted of me in their head. At the end of the day most people that know me would probably describe me as a good person. It doesn't really matter to me on an emotional level because I don't really see how people can be good or evil. There's at least two sides to everything and since such judgments are entirely subjective it's not really correct, or useful (other than for manipulation's sake), to assign positive or negative value to an act, person, or thing. From an even larger perspective (beyond the earth or human life) everything is essentially valueless. Nothing really matters, so why care?
Also, for anyone wanting an idea of how I feel about people, things, events, etc., imagine reading about something terrible and, say, you see a death toll. There are no pictures, no sound, just written words. It says a few thousand people died--it doesn't even describe anything more than that they are dead. You don't feel bad for knowing about this or hearing about this, it's just a statistic. That same detached uncaring is pretty much how I feel about anything worthy of an emotional response, be it empathy, fear, or whatever.
Truly, despite lacking emotional depth being kinda shitty I guess, I feel like I'm empowered because I do not feel a lot of the negative emotions people do and am also quite able to get what I want out of life. Besides, assuming I can find psychedelics in the future, I can still experience the raw beauty of... well, everything, anyway. lol