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Wednesday, May 21, 2008

The reason I never blog

I only have depressed things to say. I spend all day trying to get other people to have a more positive outlook, not wanting them to say anything negative, but maybe it's because my outlook is already negative enough that I can't take hearing it from other people. Or maybe I think that no one else has a good enough reason to be as unhappy as they sound, and I don't think I have a good enough reason to BE HAPPY. I don't know but I just never want to talk to anyone because I don't want them to hear my negative thoughts, but then I just get so isolated. I DO try to think of positive things to say about myself or my life, but it just sounds like bullshit to me, so... not helpful - it just makes me more depressed.
It's almost as if it's a gift when other people tell me their crap, because then I'm forced to talk them up, which makes me sound like a positive person, and makes me think more positively in that moment, but I think maybe I am only positive when it's not about myself.
Like, I have a couple of friends who are so beautiful, but they don't know it I guess. They just don't know how great they are, and it KILLS me! I get so angry at the idiots they pine over, or just when they get sad about some guy not liking them. I'm like,"Who cares! You're a gorgeous talented amazing person! Who cares if Joe Blow doesn't like you, some other amazing person WILL!" And then I say, "who cares if anyone likes you, you're still amazing either way".
But then they get mad at me because I won't listen contently to their "problems". I'm not saying that they aren't problems, but the problems aren't exactly what they think they are.
My wish for the whole entire world is for everyone to know how fantastic they really are, but I think I want that so bad because that's the one thing I wish I could have. I don't know why I can't ever be good enough for myself.
I HATE that I'm writing this, but it's finally gotten to the point where if I don't talk because I'm afraid of saying something negative, I'm afraid I'll never get the chance to say another sincere thing to another person for the rest of my life. Or, at least for a very long time. Or, maybe just for longer than I'm willing to go anymore. I'm tired of trying to protect other people from me, and from themselves. I keep hoping and trying to evolve to some higher state of consciousness where I'm safe for myself and the rest of the world, but it's just not happening. And I'm feeling very alone. Blah blah blah
so anyway, that's why I never blog. and never talk to anyone unless I absolutely have to. I just can't stand the sound of my own voice. And it doesn't really matter if other people like it. I just don't. RIght now anyway. I hope it's not permanent. That would suck. Because the truth is, I want to use my voice (in any manner possible) more than anything in the world, but I don't ever do it because I dislike it so much. The sound of it. And the stupid stuff that it says. But not the feeling of using it. Maybe that's why some actors never watch their own films.
Bryant, I really wanted to write about something else when I told you I was going to blog, but I tried a few times, and I realized I had to write this first. And it doesn't help to write it to myself, cause, well duh, that's the problem. I keep trying to be ok with me but now I'm the only person I ever talk to, and to be honest, I've even stopped doing that. Not true. I talk to myself a little too much, I just don't write to myself. Cause then I have to read the crap. And it drives me crazy.

5 Comments:

  • At 5:15 PM, Blogger kel said…

    Hey Karen, I know that I only met you once and it was like a blink. And I know that no one can really KNOW how someone else is feeling or what they're thinking. But what you wrote made sense to me... even if I'm thinking something different than you intended. I feel like I know what you're talking about. It feels like places I've been that have kind of sucked. I don't mean to be presumptuous and say "oh honey, I completely understand." I don't mean that at all. I just wanted to say thanks for writing it, even if you hated writing it. And thanks for being so refreshingly candid. And I hope your wish for the world comes true, because I think we all could use a dose of our own fantastic-ness.

     
  • At 1:50 PM, Blogger Mars said…

    No one who blogs is alone!

     
  • At 11:01 AM, Blogger be said…

    Hey. So, thanks for blogging, it's cool. Here's my two cents.

    So, at times in my life when I've felt depressed one of the things that bothered me is when I'd hear people saying to act cheerful or happy, and that then I would start feeling happy. That's crap. It doesn't work, and it probably just made it worse for me.

    Eventually I learned that I needed to acknowledge and accept how I was feeling or I wouldn't be able to change anything. I think one of the things that was best for me was realizing that there wasn't anything wrong with how I was feeling. I mean, obviously everyone wants to be happy, but when we're not happy it doesn't mean that there's something wrong with us. Being unhappy is part of life, too.

    Anyway, I know that's about my own experience and not yours, but I think it's cool that you know how you're feeling and can be honest about it. I know it's not pleasant, but I hope you also don't make yourself feel worse by thinking that it's wrong for you to feel the way that you do.

     
  • At 11:03 AM, Blogger be said…

    PS: I like to call that the meta-problem: when you make yourself feel bad because you're feeling bad. It's not very helpful, but it's been known to happen to more than a few of us, I think.

     
  • At 12:42 AM, Blogger vox said…

    Bryant you're right. That's one reason why I had to post this.

     

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