I am not supposed to be an anxiety-ridden wreck who always feels like he is going to explode. I am supposed to fit into one of the stereotypes which are assigned to me according to how I look, dress, act, my interests, and who my friends are.
The hundred mirrors in my head have constructed a third party which reads what I write as I write it. Of course he has failed, they say. No healthy individual should conjure up a hundred mirrors in his head and crumble under the weight of wrestling his reflection.
This worldview is self-defeating; by adopting it and believing it is true I take actions which are extremely bad for life outcomes measured by any metric, including this worldview. So I must lie to myself and force myself to not believe in the factor model with varying magnitudes
Let me describe one of my recurring anxieties. Normal random variables show up in real life when there are additive random effects with a little regularity (Lyapunov condition) due to the central limit theorem, and log normal shows up when we instead have multiplicative effects.
However this leads me to think very hard about what is the highest leverage thing I could be doing and end up doing nothing, staring at the wall as my thoughts get louder and louder and my heart beats faster and faster.
The more disgusting part of me is the part which believes he is clever for unearthing this symmetry: that many authors believe that their audience care more about what they write than they themselves care for the writing of others.
A part of my brain which everyone else has is missing and it doesn't matter how good the other parts of my brain are because I cannot use them to simulate that missing part. It does not matter how many volumes of words I think or write because they cannot amount to common sense.
While I am writing this I am thinking of my incredible foolishness. I am disgusting. I pay little attention to others' tweets and yet I implicitly demand them to read the verbal vomit of a panic attack. I am disgusting. I expect others to obey a contract which I routinely shirk