Remedy for loneliness
As your life goes on, the number of people you know piles up. You make relatives, firends, associates and so on. I've come to figure out loneliness isn't about knowing people at all. At least for me. I've been alone all my life. I don't remember a single conversation I had with anyone, where I wasn't trying to seem like someone else. I am just not myself when I'm with people. I am used wear different masks when interacting with different people.
I am not exceptional. Not a man's man that a lot of people wants me to, not a confident man, not a particularly head turning guy. The background behind me is always more noticable than I am. So people weren't exactly lining up to be my friend. I think all that contributed to my extremely asocial tendencies. I developed habits that people terms 'Beyadobi'. I didn't know what was what because as far I was concerned, people were not noticing what I was doing. But I realized very late that they were. They were there to pick on my Beyadobis but not for the moments I thought I did not belong there. It's not their fault though. Was it my fault? I don't know. Maybe it is. For the longest time I told myself, it doesn't matter/ I don't care what people think of myself. I've always been indenpendent. Owing anything to anyone is one of the most uncomfortable feeling I experience. I never ask anyone for anything. Which of course is not a good fit considering my socio-economic background. Society, neighbors, teachers want people like me to be grateful for the scrapes they throw at me. Is it really kindness if you expect something in return? That was one of the many dillemmas I struggled with my entire life. I couldn't be where I am without people being kind to me, but then again the same people that were kind to me expected me to behave a certain way that wasn't natural to me. I was immature, but I was a child. I don't know what they expected of a malnourished 15 year old.
I spent my whole childhood, teenage years on autopilot. I felt trapped, watched from the inside while the vassel carrying me carried me with it.
Little did I know, all that will contribute to me suffering for the entirety of my life. I am afraid to be in front of people. Afraid of beign judged, afraid to do things my way, afraid to show myself.
Everyone has expectations from me, and that's fine. I have to live with the fact that no one will be kind enough to look past my defficiencies. I have to make myself better. The suffering will come & go. It won't really go, I'll have bury it under other stuff. When I'll be suffering, there'll be no venting of any sort. I'll have to live with my internal organs boiling & a thousand kilogram stone on my shoulders.
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