Hi She-Cat,
I relate to the daily living stuff being tiring to the point where there’s little else I’m up for.
I’ve also had the experience of laughing my ass off with enjoyment while others are freaked out (I’m remembering a time where I pissed off some guy in a car and he was following us with his brights on. I got behind him and we had this fun (I thought) cat-and-mouse thing. I was having a blast when he screeched to a stop and jumped out all upset, charged the car. My partner in the seat beside me was white-faced with fear…while I was laughing, truly having a lot of fun. I was actually surprised to discover that others were upset. I’ve had many experiences like this – others think it’s a serious, scary deal, and I’m actually having a few moments of totally engaged fun).
For me, I also believe that it’s the PTSD – both extremes: having a great time during what, to others, constitutes a scary/stressful situation and leading a rather boring life because just doing what those normal folks do all day is so tiring to me.
I am trying to work with the latter; truly, I don’t want to get to the end of my life and all I can show for it is having watched every episode of Frasier and read every DeMille novel. It has gotten better, but I do envy those people who just dive into life. Without having meant to, I have come to live a very safe, very restricted, dull life.
Take today, for instance. It’s Saturday and I got up early, got all my weekend/house-type chores done. It was a hell of a long-hours work week. What do I do for a reward? Do I go kayaking? Mountain climbing? Out to a great dinner? Time with friends? I sat around and finished the latest DeMille novel. Tonight I’ll probably watch Frasier. Shit.
I’m really trying to work on this - it’s called “lifestyle surgery” in the therapy that I do - but today was obviously just not a shining success.
-Dylan
I relate to the daily living stuff being tiring to the point where there’s little else I’m up for.
I’ve also had the experience of laughing my ass off with enjoyment while others are freaked out (I’m remembering a time where I pissed off some guy in a car and he was following us with his brights on. I got behind him and we had this fun (I thought) cat-and-mouse thing. I was having a blast when he screeched to a stop and jumped out all upset, charged the car. My partner in the seat beside me was white-faced with fear…while I was laughing, truly having a lot of fun. I was actually surprised to discover that others were upset. I’ve had many experiences like this – others think it’s a serious, scary deal, and I’m actually having a few moments of totally engaged fun).
For me, I also believe that it’s the PTSD – both extremes: having a great time during what, to others, constitutes a scary/stressful situation and leading a rather boring life because just doing what those normal folks do all day is so tiring to me.
I am trying to work with the latter; truly, I don’t want to get to the end of my life and all I can show for it is having watched every episode of Frasier and read every DeMille novel. It has gotten better, but I do envy those people who just dive into life. Without having meant to, I have come to live a very safe, very restricted, dull life.
Take today, for instance. It’s Saturday and I got up early, got all my weekend/house-type chores done. It was a hell of a long-hours work week. What do I do for a reward? Do I go kayaking? Mountain climbing? Out to a great dinner? Time with friends? I sat around and finished the latest DeMille novel. Tonight I’ll probably watch Frasier. Shit.
I’m really trying to work on this - it’s called “lifestyle surgery” in the therapy that I do - but today was obviously just not a shining success.
-Dylan