I\u2019ve written in this blog enough now to where I wonder if any cyclical patterns have emerged. Having your unabashed thoughts out there offers much in the way of retrospection and analysis. I read back through some of my posts from time to time. I can see, at least, that I\u2019ve made progress and that\u2019s something I feel good about.<\/p>\n
I\u2019ve been reading more books about introspection and emotional exploration. I think I\u2019m on my fourth one now. The concepts detailed are all pretty straightforward, if not obvious, but having them conveyed from an outside and impartial perspective has been insightful. They\u2019re like road maps, showing me how to get out of my own head quicker. So that\u2019s neat.<\/p>\n
I was on the way home from work today, and I was thinking about what defines me. Where my values and characteristics come from. I was a bit dismayed at my findings.<\/p>\n
This blog has always been about me trying to find ways to break through personal walls that have historically barred me from emotional expression; to find a way to mature and develop more towards the person I aspire to be. It hasn\u2019t been particularly easy, but what I\u2019m about to write now is particularly scary.<\/p>\n
One of my defining traits, I feel, is that I can be something of a perfectionist. The best example I can always think of is one flag football game where I threw for six touchdowns and after the game when people were congratulating me I was too busy being bent out of shape for the two passes I feel I should have thrown better.<\/p>\n
That\u2019s not exactly something to be proud of, but I always felt that was a good indicator of how I can look at things sometimes.<\/p>\n
I\u2019m that way because of a fear of rejection born in me back when I was a teenager. A leap, for sure. But it\u2019s true. As sad as it is to admit, it\u2019s true.<\/p>\n
For too long in my life I have empowered what I assumed to be the world\u2019s general view of me. Depression can do more than just skew my inner monologue. Every misstep and shortcoming has this component where I think something to the tune of, \u201cYou\u2019re going to be made fun of. You shouldn\u2019t have tried this. What were you thinking? You can\u2019t do that. Why look like a failure in front of people? You\u2019re going to be looked at differently because of this.\u201d<\/p>\n
And, when looked at objectively, there\u2019s literally no sense to really be had out of something like this.<\/p>\n
But it\u2019s defined so much of me in my formative years that it\u2019s really stifled my growth. At least I can see that now.<\/p>\n
I can\u2019t be made fun of if I don\u2019t try for something. If I don\u2019t try to ask that girl out. If I don\u2019t try to become a caster. If I don\u2019t continue pursuing music. If I don\u2019t try to learn web development. If I put myself out there in any real way. If I made any notable step towards anything that I think would make me happy. I can\u2019t fail if I don\u2019t try. So I will just remain neutral. That was the plan, and has been the plan for a long time.<\/p>\n
I know there are plenty of times where I can come off as quiet and\/or standoffish; like a dick, for lack of better phrasing. And ultimately it\u2019s because I fear rejection. If I shun people, or if I reject them or that notion first I can\u2019t in turn be rejected so I\u2019m spared the emotional strain. I valued my preservation of an assumed quantity of rejection over the potential upside to expressing myself as I naturally would.<\/p>\n
There have been times in my life where I have been quick to write people off. In an instance where someone legitimately made some kind of mistake that wronged me or rubbed me the wrong way I would just be done with them. I wasn\u2019t really \u2018wrong\u2019 for some of these instances, but it was a cruel and binary metric that wasn\u2019t really fair to anyone who\u2019s less than perfect (everyone).<\/p>\n
I would look for holes. Reasons to cut people out. To spare myself potential rejection down the road. To withhold vulnerability. Lock it away from anything and anyone that might do it harm or expose any flaw or weakness I feel I have.<\/p>\n
I can go for long periods of time where I don\u2019t go out and socialize. I don\u2019t try to meet new people. I just vanish, because if I stay home I won\u2019t run the risk of feeling socially rejected or have it be made apparent to me that I am well on the fringe of whatever social circle I\u2019d be around.<\/p>\n
I have a real aversion to asking people for help or asking them to do things with me. Struggles with self worth have made me question why someone would think I\u2019m worth the time or effort to help, and my being on the social fringe means there are probably far better ways for someone to spend their time. So why spent it with or on me?<\/p>\n
I strongly dislike being on the receiving end of a joke, no matter how lighthearted or humorous it might be. It feels very alienating, and brings about an avalanche of hypothetical thoughts of what permanent conclusions are made about me where I ultimately will be rejected. Again, it makes absolutely no sense and yet this is how I\u2019ve operated for a very long time.<\/p>\n
I\u2019d walk this tight rope so tentatively so as not to fall, to protect what? A likely false notion of my perception of what people might think? The true paradox is that I don\u2019t generally care what people think about me. Not specific people, anyway. It\u2019s the general world that\u2019s had such a grip on me and how I\u2019ve looked at things. Maybe that\u2019s just a subconscious attempt to salvage some form of protection. An attempt to mask an instance where I was \u2018wrong\u2019. I don\u2019t know.<\/p>\n
But I came to a conclusion that for large portions of my life I haven\u2019t really lived for me. Not completely. I\u2019ve done things I wanted to do, sure. But there was always this part of me that was concerned with my perception of how the world would see me. About what would happen if I tried and failed. A shadow looming over me, reminding me not to feel too comfortable or relaxed. Don\u2019t be too open. Don\u2019t do anything that will lead to you getting hurt.<\/p>\n
That\u2019s the wall. That\u2019s the reason why this blog exists. To document my progression toward identifying how to break that wall. As much as I\u2019ve relied on it, there has been little I\u2019ve wanted more out of life than to be done with this feeling of being emotionally disconnected from myself.<\/p>\n
I don\u2019t know. A lot of this probably sounds crazy, but it\u2019s a profound revelation for me. Even now, part of me is worried what\u00a0the world might think of me admitting this. \u201cOh wow. Albert\u2019s a nutjob. He has fears and social anxiety issues. He\u2019s different. I think less of him now. What a weirdo. I\u2019m going to laugh about this and tell my friends and we\u2019ll laugh about it and then forget it because who is he to think about for too long past a fading chuckle anyway wait why is this such a run-on sentence I should probably get back to my life now.\u201d<\/p>\n
I\u2019ve been in an abusive relationship with an emotionally irrational hypothetical that\u2019s robbed me of a lot of social growth and prevented a lot of instances where I could have let people in or be more receptive to them wanting to let me in for most of my adult life.<\/p>\n
Like I\u2019ve said before, I am likely to struggle with this sort of feeling for the rest of my time on this planet. But being able to identify it gives me tools to work towards neutralizing it. Towards venturing down a different path.<\/p>\n
And hopefully, towards me not needing this blog anymore.<\/p>\n
This year, I\u2019ve made some pretty big strides towards amending some of these ideologies. At the very least I can see them for what they are; constructs in my mind and my mind alone. Most of this is just me thinking on my life through my twenties. About everything that lead up to me trying to make these changes.<\/p>\n
I don\u2019t want to value rejection over honest expression anymore. It\u2019s probably going to be difficult as Hell to truly conquer, but every step is a big one for me. No matter how small or insignificant they might seem to someone else.<\/p>\n<\/body>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I\u2019ve written in this blog enough now to where I wonder if any cyclical patterns have emerged. Having your unabashed thoughts out there offers much in the way of retrospection and analysis. I read back through some of my posts from time to time. I can see, at least, that I\u2019ve made progress and that\u2019s … Continue reading The Wall<\/span>