Sorry I don’t mean to sounds like I have main character syndrome, that’s not my intent.
I don’t feel like any of those things, personally.
I don’t feel important enough for that. Same reason I’m not religious. People claiming a personal relationship with the goddamn creator of the universe are hella conceited.
Eh, if you believe that god is omnipotent then it’s not really hubristic to think that god can easily have a personal relationship with every living being, which includes you
the funniest ones to me are the ones that haven’t even read their books …like…bruh, if I thought a book had the answer to literally all of lifes questions i would be reading the shit out of it.
but the majority of these people claiming to be religious are apparently content to be spoonfed a verse or two every week or so? there’s something seriously wrong with that lack of personal agency.
they’ve basically given up their own free will for the deluded idea they can live forever
People claiming a personal relationship with the goddamn creator of the universe are hella conceited.
I’d say even prideful, you know one of the 7 deadly sins, often considered the worst of them and even the root/source of the other 6. The sheer hubris needed to believe you have a personal connection that others don’t is ridiculous.
It sounds like depersonalisation to me. A form of dissociation.
Lots of trans people deal with it when they’re closeted. I know I did.
I have dp and used to have dr. it truly truly sucks.
I thought it said Lotus of Control and I was 'bout to grab a flamethrower ready to burn some flower down.
If you tap it you get 3 free mana and a riding crop
FREE ME FROM YOUR GRASP, CURSED FLOWER!
I don’t feel like my life is scripted per se, but sometimes I’ll be talking to someone and all of the sudden it feels like someone else has taken control of my body and is doing all the talking while I just sit back and watch. I have to concentrate to get back in control.
That happens large when I’m on 'shrooms.
Autopilot. That’s what I started calling it for lack of a better term. It’s like my consciousness moves to the back of my skull and I’m watching myself interact with the world as if following a script.
For me it’s derealization/depersonalisation (I always confuse the two) caused by complex trauma. Any social interaction can trigger it so I tend to avoid people now.
Is a parent or grandparent in your family a narcissist? That crud does trickle down.
Part of it.
But even if they were good parents, I’d still feel like its scripted because of other factors.
Because my “backstory” (I mean might as well use this word since I’m talking as if this is a simulated world), in general, is so fucking bizzare it doesn’t feel real.
i think this is a common side effect of being self aware
little existential crises before getting back into life
If the world seems unreal & you feel like you’re watching yourself play a role in a movie rather than living your life, then that might be a psychiatric disorder worth evaluation by a professional. It’s normal on occasions, but not beyond that it interferes with your regular ability to function.
OP, please heed this. Make an appointment with a professional ASAP. If you’re not able to do so or not able to get an appointment soon, please talk to someone you trust and ask them to keep an eye out/check in on you to make sure these feelings of depersonalization don’t spiral into something bigger and/or unsafe. If needed, please visit a psychiatric ER.
Some mental disorders that present this way are theorized to be degenerative, and prolonged/multiple episodes of psychosis make it harder to treat and manage. Ideally getting them under control before a first full psychotic episode can even come to head.
If someone scripted my life then he needs a massive kick in the nuts
No.
Last night I turned off a small metalic lamp that’s next to my bed. I then heard a tapping sound like a small dripping water hitting the metalic lamp.
I turned the lamp on. I saw no water. The tapping stopped. I looked at the ceiling. No sign of water. I looked at the lamp. No water. Turned the light back off. Rolled back over, and got comfy.
Tap…tap…tap…
Turned the light back on. Tapping stopped. Still no water.
Turned the light off. The second the light was off, I heard the tap again.
Turned it back on. Still no water.
Got up, got out of bed, checked all around my night stand. Checked behind it. Nothing out of the ordinary.
While standing next to the bed, turned the light off. Tapping resumed.
Turned the light back on, and walked to the living room. Layed down on the couch.
Light on in the bedroom. I’m in the living room. Turn the living room light off.
Now there’s tapping inside the pipes inside the walls. Totally different tap. Totally different place. Totally different tapping sound. This didn’t sound like dripping water. This sounded like someone hitting the pipes with a wooden spoon with the same cadence.
Tap…tap…tap…
But it always stopped when I turned the light on.
So I went into the bathroom, and took a shower.
Now, here’s the kicker. I live alone. I have no pets. I have no rodents in the walls.
The whole thing came off like someone playing a prank on me. Except that person didn’t exist. It felt like I was living some 1930s comedy skit. Some Abbot and Costello skit. Except this is just me, alone in my apartment, going insane.
it could be this one or another bug :
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Xestobium_sound.oggYou sure it wasn’t just the light fixture or bulb contracting after cooling down from being warm after being on? Metal light fixtures tend to do that. Especially in the winter.
Except this is just me, alone in my apartment, going insane.
Username checks out xD
Sounds like poorly soldered joints cracking to me
Yeah, a bit. My life is one of those shows where when something’s finally going right it immediately gets undercut and everything falls apart
Tbh some of those incredible downturns in my life couldn’t be better scripted if you tried
something’s finally going right it immediately gets undercut and everything falls apart
This is so me 💀
Life is going a bit smoothly? Boom bullying, difficult assignment, test, shitty teacher, parents lash out, political problems, oops chemical spill leaked into your city’s water supply (actually happened), a FUCKING PLANE CRASHED within a 10 mile radius of me, fire on your street, random dude crashing into parked cars on your street (wtf), a fucking global pandemic, civil unrest, suppression of protests, insurrection/coup attempt… etc… etc…
I don’t feel like it’s scripted and that’s slightly worrying. I feel like a plank of wood being tossed about by the sea in a storm. At least with a benevolent god, one can assume that the suffering of life has a purpose. The older I get and the more evil I see prospering, the less confident I feel that there’s a point to it all. This depresses and mildly frightens me.
Neurology tells us that we make decisions before we’re consciously aware that we made them.
I felt that specifically on an anti-seizure drug that I used to stop familial tremors. Almost as if someone was walking in my body and doing everything 5 seconds before I knew what was happening. It’s not abnormal, but it can feel remarkably disconcerting to believe you no longer have agency of your own body. Sorry for that, homeslice, but don’t be too concerned.
