I find myself wanting to avoid in person contact most of the time. Yet I still have a strong desire to socialize. I don’t socialize in person much partly because I know only two people in my entire apartment complex who share any of my interests. Sure my neighbor is cool and we help each other out a good deal, but we don’t have much in common interests. It is lonely not having anyone nearby to talk about things like history, philosophy, psychology, literature, tech, science, economics, etc. Social media used to be good for that before it became a toxic cesspool. Social media was fun until about ten years ago. It got real ugly in 2015 and 2016, a time when I was already having lots of personal problems. From October 2014 to October 2015, my three best friends in this complex died, my grandmother died, I had my car accident, and had falling outs with several friends and family members. In short I got tired of hearing negative crap about politics all the time. And I even agreed with some of these people, but they were still toxic about their beliefs. I confronted a few about their toxic behavior. Every one of them told me I could go away if I didn’t like it. I did go away. I have stayed away. I won’t even go to family functions and class reunions anymore. One of my college friends I haven’t talked to in almost seven years. It’s so sad and frustrating I don’t even want to talk about it. It’s sad that many people care more about politics than family, work, religion, and even life itself. I want no part of that.
Still going quite stable overall. I still have minor flare ups a few times a week, usually they are triggered by stress or moments of excessive irritability. Fortunately they don’t usually last more than a few minutes. Most times I can burn them out through a few minutes of ranting to my self. Sometimes I’ll verbalize my rants but keep my voice quiet enough so I can barely hear myself. I don’t want to scare my neighbors and cause trouble. So far it has worked. I did have a real bad flare up in late August, which I regret. The older I get, the more regretful I am of my taking my problems out on others.
While I am grateful that my friends and family don’t make issues out of my problems (at least not to me), I feel bad anyway. I feel like I’m abusing my position as a friend and family member. I think it would probably be easier for them to deal with if I just broke down and cried during my real bad flare ups rather than lash out at family and friends. But most times, even when I feel really sad, I can’t bring myself to break down and sob. I sometimes do tear up, especially when listening to really emotional instrumental music pieces (such as theme songs to some of my favorite war movies like Braveheart, the Civil War documentary series, and We Were Soldiers). But I haven’t just broke down and sobbed since I was in college. Sure I was sad at my grandparents’ funerals, but I wasn’t distraught. Instead I had a stronger sense of being happy that such honorable people lived and had a sense of duty that it was on us who were going on into the future to continue the work of generosity, fairness, decency, and honor. I just hope I can be an honorable and decent person to those I come into contact with on a daily basis, whether in person or online.