Eyes On the Roll
Bluelighter
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Some precursors..
When I was 4 years old I came at my sister with a knife in my hand, laughing and chasing her, with her screaming in utter terror. That was after I saw "Halloween". When I was about 8, I was caught sticking needles in my sisters sandals. I have never been attached to anyone, except my first girlfriend at age 17-19. Her cheating made me all the more hateful. I despise her, and now I despise most girls my age. I can't connect with anyone. I have a shit load of friends, but I get bored of them, and I tend to hop from one social group to the next (within my large friend-base). I have never had a best friend, ever. I wet the bed up until I was 13.. and I think that is what set me apart socially from others. I wouldn't ever sleep over a friends house because of this uncontrollable bed wetting. I have gone through a great deal of depression, as far back as I can remember, but ending near graduation. I am impartial to mostly everything now. I instinctively verbally toy with people, and I can't help it. More or less to satisfy my extremely odd sense of humor. I've been called a good liar countless times, my dad even said I'm the biggest liar he has ever known. If somebody gets pissed at me, and gets all up in my face trying to fight, I don't get scared. I stand in one spot and don't back down, and I look them in the eye and smile. In a polite tone, I taunt them, and they seem to get the creeps and back off. This has happened as recently as New Years Eve, and it was with a friend, and I sort of provoked him, fucking with him when he was asleep. I can be very passive aggressive. I'm obsessed with death. Not my own, mind you. I come from a Christian family, and we went to church every Sunday of my childhood. I was also required by my parents to go to Wednesday School, which is a church class for kids in school. I have even gone through Confirmation, when I was 14 I believe. I've been dealing with firm believers my whole life, who have faith, and who have impressed upon me this religion, yet here I sit, a 21 year old student with 0 religious beliefs. I am puzzled as to why something that was such a big part of my life throughout my development has not made an impression on me. I like animals, but I tend to squeeze them too hard, while biting my tongue in a folded position. The harder I squeeze a living creature, the harder I bite down on my folded tongue, and I get something out of doing that that I can't begin to explain. I've been doing this for as long as I can remember, and my sister used to make fun of me for it. Recently I've been having fantasy's that would be very disturbing to a normal person if I shared them, so I won't even bother. I am not very sexual for some reason. Yes, I enjoy the feeling, but it more or less disgusts me unless I'm drunk. Maybe it's the intimacy that I don't like. I could live without it.
Why am I telling you all of this? Because I have been in a mental hospital 3 times in the past year, with my longest stay being 3 weeks, and my shortest being 5 days, and have undergone lots of psychiatric evaluation. I know the psychological profiles provided by my doctors are highly inaccurate, mostly because I have never told them the truth. I always lie in therapy, and find it amusing that they believe me. I would never tell anyone this stuff in real life, nobody knows the real me. I've heard my dad say that he knows me better than anyone else, but he really doesn't know who I am. I guess I'm in my own little world. I'm portrayed as a calm, quiet, polite, and caring person. I'm content with my life right now, but I just feel empty. I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm not a bad person, I mean I generally treat people with respect, although I may be feeling or thinking completely on a different level than what is portrayed. I don't treat people the way I want to treat them, i guess is a good way of saying it. I know right and wrong, and I stick by it. I may be surrounded by friends day in and day out.. but at the end of the day I'm a loner. I guess I just don't care enough for anyone to let them see the real me. Why can't I connect with anyone? I understand that love can be one of the best experiences ever. I see couples together, and how happy they are. In a way I envy them, but mostly, I'm happy that I am not them. I constantly see kids my age who have completely different relationships with their parents than I do. Most people really are pretty open and socially comfortable with their parents, and can spend one on one time with them aren't they? How!! My parents don't have the slightest idea who I am. In their eyes I'm the boy next door (until i staarted getting sent to the mental hospitals.. then they got an idea of how I might be). I have never met another person like me. I'm just confused as shit. I don't operate on the same frequency as other humans. What makes people genuinely interested in other people? I just don't get it! Deep down I hate the world and everyone in it, but I love my life so much that I tolerate everyone.
When I was 4 years old I came at my sister with a knife in my hand, laughing and chasing her, with her screaming in utter terror. That was after I saw "Halloween". When I was about 8, I was caught sticking needles in my sisters sandals. I have never been attached to anyone, except my first girlfriend at age 17-19. Her cheating made me all the more hateful. I despise her, and now I despise most girls my age. I can't connect with anyone. I have a shit load of friends, but I get bored of them, and I tend to hop from one social group to the next (within my large friend-base). I have never had a best friend, ever. I wet the bed up until I was 13.. and I think that is what set me apart socially from others. I wouldn't ever sleep over a friends house because of this uncontrollable bed wetting. I have gone through a great deal of depression, as far back as I can remember, but ending near graduation. I am impartial to mostly everything now. I instinctively verbally toy with people, and I can't help it. More or less to satisfy my extremely odd sense of humor. I've been called a good liar countless times, my dad even said I'm the biggest liar he has ever known. If somebody gets pissed at me, and gets all up in my face trying to fight, I don't get scared. I stand in one spot and don't back down, and I look them in the eye and smile. In a polite tone, I taunt them, and they seem to get the creeps and back off. This has happened as recently as New Years Eve, and it was with a friend, and I sort of provoked him, fucking with him when he was asleep. I can be very passive aggressive. I'm obsessed with death. Not my own, mind you. I come from a Christian family, and we went to church every Sunday of my childhood. I was also required by my parents to go to Wednesday School, which is a church class for kids in school. I have even gone through Confirmation, when I was 14 I believe. I've been dealing with firm believers my whole life, who have faith, and who have impressed upon me this religion, yet here I sit, a 21 year old student with 0 religious beliefs. I am puzzled as to why something that was such a big part of my life throughout my development has not made an impression on me. I like animals, but I tend to squeeze them too hard, while biting my tongue in a folded position. The harder I squeeze a living creature, the harder I bite down on my folded tongue, and I get something out of doing that that I can't begin to explain. I've been doing this for as long as I can remember, and my sister used to make fun of me for it. Recently I've been having fantasy's that would be very disturbing to a normal person if I shared them, so I won't even bother. I am not very sexual for some reason. Yes, I enjoy the feeling, but it more or less disgusts me unless I'm drunk. Maybe it's the intimacy that I don't like. I could live without it.
Why am I telling you all of this? Because I have been in a mental hospital 3 times in the past year, with my longest stay being 3 weeks, and my shortest being 5 days, and have undergone lots of psychiatric evaluation. I know the psychological profiles provided by my doctors are highly inaccurate, mostly because I have never told them the truth. I always lie in therapy, and find it amusing that they believe me. I would never tell anyone this stuff in real life, nobody knows the real me. I've heard my dad say that he knows me better than anyone else, but he really doesn't know who I am. I guess I'm in my own little world. I'm portrayed as a calm, quiet, polite, and caring person. I'm content with my life right now, but I just feel empty. I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm not a bad person, I mean I generally treat people with respect, although I may be feeling or thinking completely on a different level than what is portrayed. I don't treat people the way I want to treat them, i guess is a good way of saying it. I know right and wrong, and I stick by it. I may be surrounded by friends day in and day out.. but at the end of the day I'm a loner. I guess I just don't care enough for anyone to let them see the real me. Why can't I connect with anyone? I understand that love can be one of the best experiences ever. I see couples together, and how happy they are. In a way I envy them, but mostly, I'm happy that I am not them. I constantly see kids my age who have completely different relationships with their parents than I do. Most people really are pretty open and socially comfortable with their parents, and can spend one on one time with them aren't they? How!! My parents don't have the slightest idea who I am. In their eyes I'm the boy next door (until i staarted getting sent to the mental hospitals.. then they got an idea of how I might be). I have never met another person like me. I'm just confused as shit. I don't operate on the same frequency as other humans. What makes people genuinely interested in other people? I just don't get it! Deep down I hate the world and everyone in it, but I love my life so much that I tolerate everyone.