Maybe I should change the name of this blog to: 'Welcome To My Nervous Breakdown', or something like that.
Feel like I'm about to flip out.
If I'm having a nervous breakdown, I wish it would hurry up and come, and release me at last. It's amazing the excruciating levels of distress is possible to experience, without ever going over the edge (whatever the edge might be).
Experiencing the most horrible feeling of being totally emotionally flooded and what I guess is physiologically, hijacked, rattled or shaken (so this is a full-body affair), after a freak-out about some things that have come up in my 'real world' (versus my preferred 'virtual' escape space, where I wish I could immerse myself forever, without any interruption whatsoever to my 'autism').
Everything feels an impossible lose/lose choice (to me), and I can't get my act together ... so it's a vicious circle with no resolution or escape.
Half-assed reading about the dramas at
Tor Project regarding the fall-out from the allegations against a developer, but I'm finding it hard to follow anything I read, let alone fully understand the drawn out drama that has now led to various people quitting. Seems like the crew at neurotic Tor Project is having a 'nervous breakdown', as well — or, at least, a break-up. LOL
Reading an article in some German publication the other day had me thinking: OMG, is this what stands between us tech-stupid plebs and the totalitarian surveillance state? It's not at all reassuring.
It must suck being a techie if you're normal, rather than a member of the 'progressive' liberal left indoctrinated, self-absorbed, ecky dropping, drama-loving, dysfunctional sounding, international techie set. But who am I to judge? I'm losing my mind here. LOL
TV's on and I'm hating the noise and the 'canned' aspect of it. It brings back terrible memories of watching commercial TV, which I haven't done in years. I've acquired an aversion to even the sounds that commercial TV emits. There's nothing I can look at or hear on commercial TV (and commercial media pretty much) that doesn't piss me off.
It's nice and windy. I like it windy. I think I'd be happy living somewhere windy, stormy and enveloped in permanent darkness — a night-time that never ends. A lifetime of night-time sounds ideal ... as long as I could be left alone to enjoy the embrace of extended darkness.
I was supposed to cook, but I can't manage. I feel sick and shaky. If I calm down to any extent soon-ish, I'll have to try to stir-fry prawns (so I don't have to throw them out).
Pizza's been ordered but I can't bring myself to eat pizza: the toppings are revolting. Sometimes even the base is horrible tasting, so I won't be pulling off toppings and eating crust (like I do sometimes).
Focusing on writing any old crap, right now, is sort of calming. Hoping I'll calm down enough just to lose myself in sleep. Sleep is good for the duration of the sleep.
I think I rarely dream now. Sleep is just an uninterrupted absence, without any features. The worst part of sleep is pre-sleep, lying there feeling like you're bobbing up and down on a sinking ship, about to drown. I'm guessing maybe a person is most vulnerable just before going to sleep? Don't know. It's probably just an anxiety feeling that I'm finding hard to control. It sucks being me, probably more than it sucks being a liberal ecky-dropper. LOL ... I'm so uptight.
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