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I Have No Interest In Others

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I honestly couldn't care less about other people. I have no interest in social interractions because it's simply too exhausting to be around other people. I always imagined a world without humans to be a perfect world, because humans are so pathetic, naive and codependent. Other people's lives simply do not interest me.
 
Entrenching yourself in your own best reasoning is sabotaging (I think) your hope. I hope you can...
I don't think you fully understand my situation. Life as it is for me as of now isn't worth living. I need a way to stop all these negative feelings from coming. The best thing would be total amnesia to forget everything up until now. I have tried so many things. There is no help available for me in my country. I don't choose to find other people uninteresting and boring, just as you don't choose whether or not a movie is good. I do not feel any sort of connection with other people. When I see others around me it's like I'm just looking at a film or something. It's like it's not even real.
 
It is "real" and your life is at stake... not only that the quality and caliber of your life for the next 9 years depend on what your choices and actions are today. What are you willing to pony up and bolster your hope with? (hoping you'll say open mindedness and actions in line with a person who's hopeful)
 
I've never fully felt what you describe, minus the multiple moments of being deeply immersed in active abuse, but certainly have periods of time when those feelings manage to work their way to the front and center of my day and can easily suck up all of my energies and attention, often leading me in all directions except those that were genuinely helpful.

Unfortunately, I was being directed to, and insurance paid for, many of the ways that caused me more harm than good, although those methods seem to work like a charm for MANY others. I was often left feeling like I could no longer rely on the ones I'd been told to trust the most, but then again, I'd learned that lesson many times over in many other ways as well, so it only added a whole new level of confusion and chaos within.

I had to re-learn how to have a genuine interest in myself before I could get close to others, it seemed. Learning to unconditionally love and care for self helped(s) me tremendously. No one ever taught me that, nor did I have healthy role models to mirror, be it familial or on the paid expert level.

The learning process never ends, even once you've aced a thing. The breath became one of my best therapeutic tools, along with what I choose for fuel, what I use on my body's largest organ that gets absorbed, what I breathe, what I think, what I speak, re-learning all the systems of my body to better innerstand the actual processes I never thought twice about unless it broke down and how I can better aid their functioning, etc. Each path is as different as the individual and the circumstances.

I would continually and repeatedly shut myself out while shutting others out, too, but didn't realize/couldn't see it at the time. Had it not been for a time bank in the local community that offered a chance to meet/barter with several complementary/alternative healers, I'm not sure which direction I'd be headed. Thanks to them, I learned there may not always be a way out, but there's always a way in. Best wishes in finding the most user friendly methods for individually sorting it out within. There really are some amazing beings around us. Both human and otherwise.
 
I made a deal with myself so many years ago that if I ever decided to commit suicide, that instead I would go be homeless somewhere nice, even if I had to get there on foot. And so I would either die trying to get there, or die while being there and homeless. Although of course the actual moment of being extremely suicidal doesn't always allow for such methodical planning. Fortunately for me it did, though. So I took what savings I had left, bought the cheapest plane ticket to Los Angeles and went with about $600 cash in a fanny pack that I kept in front of me and a nice folder knife on my pocket that I was able to bring with me for self-defense my putting it in my checked luggage. Also had a backpack with some bare essentials. My sandals actually broke in the airport, and the way the LA airport is, well I thought I could just walk out of it after getting off the plane, but that wasn't the case. The airport in that part is like some sort of weird prison that you can only escape from in a taxi. Or at least I couldn't figure it out, anyway. So after an hour of futility, I finally shelled out some cash to for a taxi, and told the driver to take me to Venice Beach. Because why not. That night I had a complete mental breakdown and met some other homeless people. Was out there on the streets with those people for weeks. Something about the whole experience just sort of healed a part of me that had been severely damaged. Not all of me. Most of me is still pretty messed up. But some part of me, some significant part. I still remember hopping a fence with two friends that I made on the streets, to get into the conifer landscaping of a waste water treatment plant, so we would have a place to hide from the cops and get some sleep. So there we were, hiding in the bushes of a waster water treatment plant, piled up together with one dirty blanket and pretty stoned, since there are literally dozens to hundreds of weed roaches all over Venice Beach that you can pick up and get some bowls out of. It was easily one of the most healing and happiest times of my life. There are places to get a shower and just enough to eat, just get a pack of cigarettes and casually approach people who appear unshowered and huddled in the shade in park areas, offer a cigarette and ask if they know where to go get whatever it is you might need. Most will help. Occasionally you will encounter a bad person or a meth addict who has permanently lost touch with reality, but easily 90+ percent of homeless people in the Santa Monica / Venice Beach area are some of the sweetest people you could ever get to know. Highly recommend at least trying it before peacing out from life.
 
I made a deal with myself so many years ago that if I ever decided to commit suicide, that instead I would...
The reason I want to use a 12 or 10 gauge is because it's instant. I also plan on piling up whatever money I have left in cash and setting fire to it so that no one else, like my parents, can touch it. I'll leave a note to my parents telling them to go f*** themselves. I'll probably take a massive amount of drugs before I go.
 
You sound very depressed and bitter. Why not turn that bitterness around and instead of letting it fester, work through what you are dealing with and things might just get better.
 
@Dexter Engvik, I do hope you , at least on an intellectual level, realize that we all pretty much have experienced a lot of what you are feeling right now...and that helps you to keep posting. We are here to listen... you ARE being heard.
 
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