This post is full on 'fed up angst' mode, people. Don't expect pure reason and objectivity here. This is just my personal perspective on a lot of things that are weighing me down. If you don't care about what I think about my life and my interaction with Bitmob or why I think it, I'd appreciate you moving along and letting me vent in peace. Everyone who actually gives a care about what I think, I'd love to hear your opinion on the mess.
If there is one thing people would do well to know about me, it's that I'm not an emotionally stable person. For as long as I can remember I have felt as if everything around me was created to sabotage me for being imperfect.
I have never had a mother figure that didn't think the best way to show a child you care is to make sure they know how wrong they are about everything. I have never had a father figure that showed any positive attention without me demanding it. I have never attempted a pursuit and been completely successful at it.
My social life, meanwhile, has been dogged by humiliation and disappointment as well. In my high school I was notorious as a 'whiner'. My inability to deal with my emotions quietly branded me as an outcast and someone to be poked to watch them squirm. I was insulted often and the only advice anyone could give was to ignore it. Sadly my mind isn't capable of ignoring such things. Whenever someone speaks about me, I internalize it. No matter who is saying it, weather it's petty or helpful, positive or negative, I take what they say and I have to find a place for it in my mind. I need to decide how to feel about it and how to compose myself with that being something someone thinks about me. I just can't act like it didn't get said.
This made school...painful. Having to reconcile your identity as a human being with the dehumanizing insults of the petty and immature, even if you eventually decided to ignore it, made my self esteem non existent. Combine this with me actually being abnormal, with my brain still in the process of sorting out my gender identity issues at the time. I felt like the insults of those around me was actually them sensing that I was actually different from them and that humanity in general was hostile toward my strangeness. I was not a good looking or well spoken kid, and inside I was not a confident or happy one.
The less said about romantic relationships the better. I was the kid girls made fun of each other by saying 'you like Jeff!'. It hasn't gotten any better in subsequent years other then me being around less crowds.
So I naturally tried to gravitate toward being intelligent to compensate for my lack of other positive traits. That only worked out in theory. As far as I have been told by people who claim to know, I have a high IQ, a good creative mind, and a reasonable amount of wisdom when it comes to making life choices. The problem is I don't apply any of these supposedly positive traits in any way society wants. I never did particularly well with grades because studying and focus were overwhelming sources of tension for me, and my mind naturally resisted them.
Matters of responsibility when it came to basic things like learning to drive and finding jobs were also problems for me. If someone thinks I 'should' be doing something, my mind spends more time wondering why I 'should' then how I could. Then when I eventually end up doing it I am usually glad I did it, but the process of getting there is always full of emotional baggage for me. I 'over think' things as so many people say, but then I see those same people do things that sicken and disappoint me because I feel they under think things. So I feel unable and unwilling to do things their way for fear of gaining their negative qualities and losing the few positive ones I feel I have cultivated.
You might think I am being overly dramatic. I would point you to my first sentence in this article. Still I would assure you that I do have a very negative experience with life. I have looked outside of myself, attempted to judge everything objectively, and still reached the same conclusion. My life does not provide me with the positive experiences and emotional support I need to thrive as a human being.
I wish I could then say that my love of games, or my love of writing, or my love of anything made it all worth while, but not everyone gets to write feel good articles about their lives, children.















