Walking Myself Into A Trap
WARNING: Long and depressing
I've realized that I have walked myself into a trap, into a corner that I'll find it hard to escape from.
What is this trap? The Internet. ( Or is it society as a whole? )
Recently, I suppose the Internet has been a form of escape for me. I've been locked up in one house on a 2 acreage property for what, the past 10 years? Never in my whole life have I been allowed to speak to strangers. When I was very young, I would cheerfully chat with random strangers while going to the stores with my mother. However, my parents gave me a stern talking to, and since then I've never spoke to anyone outside my family besides like 5 people ( all adults. )
And now recently I've begun to lose my respect for my family, resulting in my feeling rather lonely. Of course my parents don't allow me on Internet forums. They didn't even allow online multiplayer in video games till I was 15. So one day I made an account on a gaming forum, because I needed to do matchmaking to play a certain game over Wifi.
Then one day I found a thread on there rather like the Count To A Million Thread here. It was from a few bronies there that I learned about MLP and decided to try it. That was when I started to form relationships with a few people. This was the first time I had ever felt attached to anyone outside my family.
And then I made an account here and found the Count To A Million Thread, and began to form more bonds.
That's great right?
Wrong.
You must understand that I've been essentially brainwashed up till now by my parents. Locked up in a house with no outside contact, how could I ever discover who I was, and develop my own views outside of they TOLD me to be?
And so by making new 'friends' I discover things I never knew before about me. For one thing, I was lot less condescending than my parents seemed to want me to be. They told me things like, everyone is a backstabber, can't be trusted, you don't need anyone, etc. You probably froze up reading that, because me saying that always seemed to kill discussion, but there it is. I DO NOT feel that way, that's my parents talking.
But here we come to the problem.
I begin to question my self worth when talking to others. Feelings of doubt, depression, and sadness take over. Questions such as "Do they care about me' arise. It's a waste of time, I know, but there's no stopping it.
But now I realize.
No one needs me. They wouldn't care if I died.
It's a painful blow to realize. It doesn't feel good. But I've always liked it when people got the punch, came out with their point. And it's a fact. Why would they? Maybe for a week, maybe they'd miss me just a bit. But that hole can very soon be filled. Why?
There's nothing interesting about me. I'm a bug among 10 million other bugs. Now yes, all humans have their own individuality. I know that. But that doesn't mean I'm interesting. I've made no products, no proofs that I can accomplish things. All I've been able to do is listen to people's problems and say, "Oh I'm so sorry!!" Which isn't good for much.
The only one who 'needs me' in a sense, is myself.
There really isn't much worthwhile about my person, and it's a fact.
Now I know what you're thinking. "Geeze, this is one depressed kid." Actually, you're only half right.
Because all these problems disappear when I'm alone. When I'm alone, I feel good about myself, no one has to put up with me but myself. I have tons more confidence, I'm cheerful, easy to humor, etc. Life is good.
To quote Twilight from the Guardians of Ga'Hoole series:
"I can be alone. It is a special talent."
So that's the root of the problem. Social interaction. That is when I have an inferiority complex. In society. I would be better off with my internet smashed to pieces and living in a shack, all to myself. So what's the problem?
I'm worried that I can't survive being locked up in a house with people I dislike for the next few years without any social interaction. Can I really throw it all away and survive? Can my life go back to the way it was before without me going insane? That I can't answer.
I'm not asking for advice either. The only one who can solve this problem is myself. My problems may very well be fixed in large part if I left the internet. But can I really survive the long term alone? I'm not sure I have the will power to find out.
But I do know I'm tired of hearing myself whine. 'Whiney' and 'pouty' were two accusations that were often tossed at me in my early years. As a result I detest them, but I have to admit it's what I've been doing.
If you've stuck with me this far, kudos. I don't expect anyone to care. I don't expect them to comment. I don't expect advice. I don't expect pity, which I do not deserve from anyone. In fact, if anything, I want the opposite. Someone to chew me out and tell me what a worthless fool I am because I know am.
It is only due to some odd quirk of the human mind that 'venting' will somehow make things better that I choose to post this. Because as I said, no one can help me.
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