melatonin said:
SO i joined Facebook, after slatting it so much.
I wanted to confront my hate for something, as i knew it would show me something about myself. It did.
I was isolated and feeling un-worthy.
I worked through this, and realised i should feel worthy.
Despite my reservations about FB, and it was a tool to make people more egotistic and narcasstic i joined.
Id isolated myself for a few years since my breakdown from my past, which also co-incided with my awareness to how the world wasnt.
But everytime someone mentions the middle east confrontations on FB IM STEAMING.
These english people i know (some pretty intelligent) are SO GOD DAMN BRAINWASHED! They think this war is for the average citizen! For our country. They have fallen for the BS called patriotism! They think we have saved the iraq population. They think that we are fighting a 'just' war.
Even years after the 'no weapons of mass destruction', they are still so gullable.
I got so angry on one post! So angry at their lack of care for fellow human beings, just because they are from a different country. Sick, just sick.
I know i should give people the freedom to be who they are. I know im not perfect. (whatever that means).
But when i try so hard to do work on myself, yet i still see how horrible a large percentage of people are..... i think, why do i bother? Whats the point?
Whats the point of becoming aware when so many people are so horrible.
I cant 'win'. If i become aware, then i get angry at peoples attitudes. If i choose to stay ignorant, im doing myself an injustice, and other people.
Im so angry, i really am. Im angry because so many people are so god damn horrible. I needed to share this, because joining FB has really shown how alone i feel, and how un-programmed ive become during my break from 'the game of life'. I guess im wondering if anyone else has felt this frustration and anger before. Edited - Spelling mistakes.
I'm going to share something with you I haven't told anyone yet.
After participating in this forum for awhile, I became a bit suspicious of why the subject of 'ADHD/ADD' hadn't been discussed. After all, this was a place for objective, non-identified discussion of stuff, right? And there is such a wide gulf between perspectives involving some who are on that continuum and many who are not.
After awhile, it no longer mattered, because I realized that everyone is after the 'Objective Truth' of anything and everything and anyone was welcome to participate and share what and how they 'see'. Objective is what matters, because it's the same for everyone since it represents how the Universe sees itself. So I dropped those concerns and just started sharing and learning what and how I could.
Going on the assumption that you are also on that continuum (per a previous statement), a bit of what you are describing also represents what most 'ADHD' children and youth go through if they're not raised in an aware, supportive environment and if they do have to suffer some kind of trauma and abuse while growing up.
Anyway, to move along towards the point, I don't know how you were treated at home, but one of the most heart-breaking things of all in the experience of growing up for some of us with 'ADHD' is when a parent pretends 'love' for their 'defective' child. If the child is unfortunate enough to buy into it and have to continue to suffer maltreatment, then because of his/her greater neurological sensitivities, the effects on him can be even more devastating than the average person might imagine.
Myself and several other people I have talked to or corresponded with on the subject of ADHD can remember the general time frame when our childhood friends started acting funny - like they'd been poisoned or been beaten or something because they started acting sort of lethargic at oddball times and became boring people, newly interested in boring stuff and seemingly with little spark left in their eyes. Many of these former friends slowly turned on us, teasing us about being 'different' or 'weird' or something, when from our perspective, it was they that had changed.
Me personally? The same rude treatment from others for the most mundane reasons. Heck, I could barely sit in my seat at school. Since even my skin is so sensitive, it was EX-tremely uncomfortable to squash my buttocks for so long a period of time. Thinking that it was this way for everyone, I constantly wondered how everyone else could do it and why I was 'picked on' because I couldn't. This is just one example of how, all of a sudden, it was I who was somehow weird, or whatever.
Have you experienced the shock coming from someone you used to play with, share secrets with, be mischievous with and explore with, looking you in the eyes like they barely, or no longer recognize you (I mean the 'inner' you)? It's more than some of us could bear most of the times, because we could see something was so wrong but just couldn't put a finger on it.
Somehow, people become 'infected' with something - ponerized - transpersonified - drugged - or whatever. It seems to come over people at different ages and at different rates (of absorption, I suppose). (My current theory involves 'stress-addiction' where the brain has rebalanced in the presence of abnormally high levels of dopamine or some other molecules acting as neuro-inhibitors. But this is still in hypothesis stage). Some of us can't drug ourselves enough, or otherwise turn off, the part of the mind that sees the horror of people becoming dead to the Universe and the environment around them. Some are able to turn it off for awhile through drugs or other addictions (this is the category I'm in), but the horror of the situation just comes back when the neurochemicals get cleaned up.
Enter the authoritarians. When people no longer do their own thinking, they're ready to be controlled and delight in controlling others.
Coming closer to your topic, I was on facebook for awhile, but I really don't have the time to invest in it right now. And generally, social media is very hard to deal with at times for the same reasons you mention - because it's sometimes hard to not see the madness.
I have even been called anti-social at various times in my life. That is very painful to me to hear as sensitive as I am to other peoples feelings in daily life, and especially because it is so obvious to me that that IS indeed how it looks from their perspective. But I know better.
In the past, I have always loved being around people and enjoyed making friends. Sometimes I can participate - laugh, joke around, socialize for the heck of it. But at other times, the rage at what has been done to people and what so many have unwittingly fallen for begins to rise a bit. And why don't they see it? And sometimes I just have to withdraw in sadness, unable to pretend to be 'one of them' - because my interests are different for one thing. Sports is boring, video games are boring, routines are boring, habits are boring. Algorithmic redundancy of just about any kind is excruciatingly boring. Novelty - and always, always learning something new, learning how something works, how to think about it or do it in new ways, marveling at the splendid, awesome Universe - this is exciting!
When I found this forum and Laura's work, I found reason to continue learning and many more avenues to explore. And with the strategic enclosure and external consideration concepts, I found my justification for 'playing a role' while participating in society and in this Work to the extent I'm currently able.
Hope something here helps you feel like you're not alone! :)
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Edit: Some additions for clarity of meaning.
Added later: Sorry for the length of the post. I hope it's not 'off-putting' to anyone. It probably should have been limited to the Swamp. Anyway, the point here is that I'm not representative of anyone or anything - especially having been 'damaged goods' myself (and probably still am to some extent).