your writing about bpd helped turn on some of the lights in here. it was a shift to find that looking inward doesnt have a spotting-light. eyes in here are long exposure photography, hold gaze
on a dark spot and light speckles in but these are not empty rooms.
but it is constant battle to keep the focus on my own and not enjoy the skylight view of everyone elses glass housing. the light comes in so easy. i want to throw rocks. or move in to a womanโs, but iโll have to lie. so how do i stay with my own in a way thats not crippling isolation? smh male bpd is haRdER
also all experience that anyone experiences ever is happening within/as consciousness. no matter what u believe i think thats something anyone can see for themselves and agree. that whatever is happening, its happening in here as this right now, and that needs a word. so ok its consciousness so how the fuck arent u interested in slowing and seeing what its actually like in here, what its made of!! where the corners are!! physics of emotions !! come oonnn
if im not walking the border line im falling off the side of it! but it is a high wire. so plenty of time to enjoy until i reach the ground!!! and when i reach the ground i wont have to know which humiliating side of it i was falling towards! bc thatl b someone else in da recovery room ๐
straight up i used to be like a 7 or 8 on the fluid social skills thing, remarkably charasmatic. hit heavy meditation and i stg became functionally autistic. could be an always-there ambient autism revealing itself but from in here it feels like inability to engage in the performance after getting slammed w its reality in meditation. a new level of always-there empathy and belly-felt โloveโ for everyone but iโve never been more functionally distant from them in my day to day than i am now. it doesnt feel right to play the performance with them but it also doesnโt feel good to be at honest ease with them, and watch them search my eyes for the me they remember
@SenatorCrossing you do not have to be married to a beautiful italian-american spitfire to recognize the body language of an angry woman but i would be letting people know any chance i got too probably. probably i will not have the chance
the car wash feels like 2004-metallic blue. and a hope that expired in 2008. but it is available to any of us at any time.hell even at a self serve u can feel a knock in your belly and its from the Old World. almost moves you