april 18th, 2021

when i feel lonely in a certain way, i automatically picture a view of the
southern side of a certain dormitory from a certain point along a certain side of
a certain road near my house, at night. nothing in the view has any particular
significance to me, so i'm not sure why it got linked with that feeling

june 13th, 2021

what i have been waiting years & years for is a face-to-face friend whose personality juxtaposed with
mine has the simple & inexorable effect of cracking me open like a pistachio so that when speaking to
them there is not the slightest chance of me being stilted, affected, managerial of my expression

in the current, actual situation, where i don't have such a friend, it feels sort of demanding
to want. like, i don't want to feel so stifled, but in place of remedying these traits i just
want to know someone around whom they melt off? a panacea of another person

but then, i imagine actually having the friend, & if the situation were real, it'd just... be the situation
that chance had afforded me, self-justifying. it'd be very simple & good. people can actually find
such friends, if they're lucky. it'd just be equal to the kind & helpful friends they really do have as
i type this. & if, having that friend, i were to imagine a me that lacked such a friend & pined
for them, i would imagine the pining me (who is typing this) to be very justified

i feel helpless as to whether chance leaves me with the fantasy, which is to make me feel greedy,
or the reality, which is to make me feel... like the fantasy could never be greedy. it's strange

june 19th, 2021

hesitancy occurs when an intuition is suppressed by the power of the mind. the body knows
what is correct in every cell of its being, but the mind immediately imposes its doubt,
anxiety or opinion, thereby rendering the true perception powerless. in this way,
all true alignment to the power of the now is lost & clarity - which
is pristine & visceral - is repressed in the body

Richard Rudd

this feels like the unfortunate foundation of my whole being. when i was a child i started treating any
involuntary social characteristics on my part as "invasions of my privacy," i tried to be wholly inert
unless i explicitly chose otherwise, chose to transmit... for instance, when we are sad our vocal folds
can restrict, changing our voices accordingly. it's an important eusocial characteristic & the sort of
thing i would have despised. "why should i be forced to divulge to anyone that i am sad," i thought

now every little muscle movement i direct toward anyone feels terrifyingly deliberate, planned,
indictable... in the wake of the resulting lack of socialization, i now fear being underdeveloped
& that my being underdeveloped may manifest awkwardly or hideously, so i now fear
these characteristics less as "invasions of privacy" & more as... a lack of
restraint may expose the awkward or hideous qualities

june 23rd, 2021

personally i kind of see this sucky paradox thing where it seems like ninety nine percent of people are
alienatingly insane, but then the remaining one percent is still a big enough number of people that it's
like, ok, there's still this whole world of non-insane people. but that doesn't end up an unfettered
positive because, despite the awful global proportion of alienatingly insane people, that framing
of there "still being a whole world" sort of undermines anyone's excuse to like, cling to non-
insane people as precious exceptions, the alienation inexplicably survives... that one
percent of people could occupy a tiny island but you'll never have anything like the
unmistakable direction of being shipwrecked there with one other person

june 24th, 2021

it's surprisingly easy to forget that a large part of the reason i don't have any friends where i live
is that some irrational part of me forces me to think that if i glance at, smile at, or approach anyone
they could instantly take it as a signal that i have some kind of psychotic obsession with them lurking
behind my placid exterior. what this also means is that when people choose to be particularly nice to
me it gives me more of an incentive to never acknowledge that they exist because now the irrational
part of me can tell me that they'll think their niceness was what precipitated the psychotic obsession

june 26th, 2021

being lonely doesn't feel like a problem that i can just go out & solve, not under any circumstance. it's
a problem for which i can go out to maximize its chance of organically resolving, but that's about it.
just an existential sense of helplessness vs. blind hope that the endless, directionless, chaotic global
churning of connections will happen to produce whatever it is exactly that is appropriate
for me, & that i will respond to its emergence productively

ambiguous date

i don't really want to be a recluse. but ideally i can cultivate such a staunch optimism
that i can make it not matter. even if it lasts forever. that's what i'm aiming to do.
i am sort of running a gamble. either this is a valid option, where this can be wholly
manageable because i am never truly obligated to be sad, or, the reality turns out to
be that i should realize how much i am missing out on, that i am ultimately supposed
to ask for more, to recognize that i ultimately don't want to be a recluse,
& to think very seriously about how i could address it

july 15th, 2021

meeting & realizing a relationship with my soul mate can feel hopeless when i consider
i shouldve been getting a feel for how to maintain just normal platonic friendships
for at least six years or so now but i haven't been. i think it will randomly happen
tomorrow though, it will simply transcend being wholly unsocialized

august 4th, 2021

to fall into the comfort of someone i'm in a relationship with might feel inappropriate because
i'm treating them like a family member. to fall into the comfort of a family member might feel
inappropriate because i'm treating them like someone i'm in a relationship with. stuck...

august 23rd, 2021

i have to stop imagining affection... it is an attractive escape, but the way it inversely creates the
implied absence of another person in reality, introducing a problem into a room that didn't have one
before... it just sneakily makes me obsessed with loneliness, & i start to have a bad time. it is a bad
habit. i have to reacquaint myself with the simple & neutral qualities of being on my own

august 27th, 2021

waiting waiting waiting scanning crowds waiting for my as-of-yet-unknown future
best friend to walk around every corner i approach straining to filter signals of
synergistic identity out from the noise waiting waiting waiting waiting

all while actually hiding desperately from anyone of the barest interest, so as to by any means negate the
perceived sinister qualities of seeking to approach, encroach, impose, god forbid "possess," this extending
to the barest "possession" that even the most glancing friendship entails, basic conversation perceptually
exaggerated to each sentence being a demand for a reply rather than just a prompt

august 28th, 2021

in addition to straining to filter signals of synergistic identity out from the noise, there is also the activity which
kicks in if & when someone does speak to me, which is straining to detect any signal that their way of engaging with me
is in any way informed by e.g. tv shows, or even if not tv shows, other people who in turn were informed by tv shows,
or other people representing a third link in the chain, & so on. at the slightest hint of this i will just emotionally
shut down & invisibly retract like a turtle. sometimes i wonder if it is too sensitive, if i am not giving people
enough time. it is also based on the questionable assumption that whatever i see invariably originates in tv
shows, rather than originating in the people & then being portrayed or exaggerated in the tv shows so
that they are relatable. like i already said before though, i'm sure there's fuzzy feedback

i imagine violating a social norm in a one-on-one interaction to feel like receiving the disapproval of not just them
but all the millions of people who would vouch for them in that situation... it makes sense to me, people establish
norms by expressing them en masse & then the full weight of all those expressions is supposed to weigh on you
if you threaten to violate one. it's like millions of people are spectrally present, judging. i feel that sharply
when i talk to people, i think. i can't feel alone with anyone, it's like i'm in a dialogue with all of
society. i don't know. it's hard to describe. it makes it feel impossible to have a pure conversation

september 3rd, 2021

a problematic perception that living near people isn't a precedent for interacting with
them, in fact it's a reason not to because if i impose my existence on theirs it's like
i'm doing it "just because" they're nearby, subjecting them to that happenstance

i think what happens is that on occasion i'll have an extraneous experience with a person or some people, actually
freely talking & joking & laughing, & i'll realize how plainly that life is hardly worth living without things like
this, & then i'll go back to several weeks, months, a year, longer, of general solitude, & kind of settle back into a
lifelong default perspective where i have no idea what possibilities i'm missing out on. something where... i guess
i can tell that something is wrong, but at the same time it is kind of painless & only sad from a more "objective"
viewpoint beyond me. of course, the memory of the experience is still there, so i guess the awareness of
what i'm lacking is still accessible. intellectually, as sort of a footnote, lacking particular
feeling behind it. it's not like the feeling would have anywhere to go anyway

september 4th, 2021

the couple i often see at the bar & coffee shop, who gave me a ride home that one night, who i'd
ideally like to try to be friends with, have been inexplicably showing up in my dreams for a while

if i were feeling self-critical i could say "okay, see? all it takes is some strangers talking to me a bit
for them to start showing up in my dreams all the time. this just goes to show that, whether i like
it or not, i'm too isolated to engage with anyone without bringing way too much desperate-friend-
want into the picture like an obsessive creep. which is why i shouldn't talk to them"

or i can shrug & interpret it neutrally. thats possible too

september 7th, 2021

pushing through social anxiety

it feels like i can't even use "i'm gonna die someday anyway, i might as well do all i can to just try to make friends while i'm here" as an
excuse to approach people because how do i know they'll have a perspective like that? they're probably approaching things on a smaller
scale, in more of a "sitcom mode," does that make sense, like they're plugged into interpersonal standards for which no one's days are
numbered, as far as the standards are concerned. like an endless social sandbox, a slice-of-life interpersonal narrative that isn't
concerned with stuff like mortality. no one extends these mortal considerations as they tell their friend about the awkward
interaction they had earlier in the day. so it feels like the standards are in their hands, which feels like power they hold
over me, because if i end up committing some transgression then the scope of the story is like. limited to that day,
which acquired the stain of some weirdo overstepping a boundary or committing some faux pas, at the expense
of someone else's comfort. that's the story i feel like i'd have lived with someone, not me being driven by my
mortality to just face a fear & see what happens. i don't know if this makes sense. [feedback] ok it makes sense

i guess part of it would be to just try my best to be personable but still bite the bullet & set a
threshold above zero for how much of a burden i want to make myself as i figure things out

wondering if other people are more inherently driven than i am to do things like remember others' birthdays, wish them
good luck, express interest in their interests & pursuits, encourage them or express sympathy in times of uncertainty
or hardship, give them gifts, or simply check up on them, ask how their day is going. or if i'm perfectly normal &
everyone is just constantly, virtuously pushing themselves to do these things just so everyone feels seen & the
network between them doesn't decay, not because it feels super great. & i am just neglecting to do that because
i am waiting for a convenient "drive" to pull me along. i hope it's not the former because at that point it just
feels like i have this inherent absence of love & at that point, like, even if i can approach & befriend
someone at the coffee shop, what am i even hoping for past that point, why am i alive. not that
i think i would be suicidal if that were the case but pretty despondent for sure

september 9th, 2021

every time i see the girl whose fashion sense i'd like to compliment it reignites my disappointment in my inability to
interact with people, it's like, becoming bad for me. it also gives me this vague guilt as though the idea of giving
the compliment started out fine & earnest when it was still an impulse, but over time it's less percolated, more
festered such that the compliment would now only be an instrument for me, overcoming my own anxiety, it becomes
about me... i guess i'm also nervous about how such a pointed intent might affect how i would act in an actual interaction