Sorry I don’t mean to sounds like I have main character syndrome, that’s not my intent.
Not really, mine is pretty random and based on choices I made in the past
Neurology tells us that we make decisions before we’re consciously aware that we made them.
I felt that specifically on an anti-seizure drug that I used to stop familial tremors. Almost as if someone was walking in my body and doing everything 5 seconds before I knew what was happening. It’s not abnormal, but it can feel remarkably disconcerting to believe you no longer have agency of your own body. Sorry for that, homeslice, but don’t be too concerned.
Where do you think the idea of “The Fates” comes from? Or any number of other similar deities/forces in nearly every society around the world. That feeling has been with us as humans for a long, long time.
Do you mean ‘life feels scripted’ in the sense of you feel like there is a narrative structure to life, like your actions and words are decided by an external writer? Or do you mean in the sense of life has a narrative economy, like someone could have ‘plot armor?’ Or is it the sense that life should have more structure, like it goes against some unwritten law of writing that some things could happen at all?
I don’t feel like it’s scripted and that’s slightly worrying. I feel like a plank of wood being tossed about by the sea in a storm. At least with a benevolent god, one can assume that the suffering of life has a purpose. The older I get and the more evil I see prospering, the less confident I feel that there’s a point to it all. This depresses and mildly frightens me.
The worse things get in my life the more I feel like this. I believe it’s a consequence of being raised Christian. (Though I am an atheist now.) When I was younger I believed God never gives you more than you can handle. So when things got bad it felt like God was breaking that promise. Now that I’m older it feels like “bad writing.” Like, really? This many bad things in such a short time period? It’s a little on the nose, isn’t it? It’s why I can’t rewatch I saw the TV Glow until I know I am in a very stable mental place.
Major spoilers
The main characters enjoyed a TV show that got cancelled on a cliff hanger. It is revealed that the characters are actually characters from that show which is reality and the false reality is the world they’re stuck in. To get back to the true world they have to bury themselves alive.
I saw this movie right in the heels of Trump’s inauguration when I had a lot of other stress going on. Naturally, a movie with 4th wall breaking lines like “Do you ever feel like your life is a TV show?” when I did feel like my life was scripted and the way for them to get out was suicide was pretty terrifying.
The irony being that I have been going through a bit of a gender journey for a while and knew the movie had themes to do with that, but none of that really hot anywhere close to home as the rest mentioned above. I’m just glad I planned to see it surrounded by friends.
The idea that there’s an escape hatch on reality is so alluring. The idea that all the bad things in your life are the fault of one person, even if they’re a metaphysical entity, is so appealing. The sad reality is that it’s all random and sometimes we just get unlucky streaks.
On questions 1,2 and 3 no.
On question 4m yes it is, religious fruit cakes think that all the time.
i think this is a common side effect of being self aware
little existential crises before getting back into life
It sounds like depersonalisation to me. A form of dissociation.
Lots of trans people deal with it when they’re closeted. I know I did.
I have dp and used to have dr. it truly truly sucks.
I don’t feel important enough for that. Same reason I’m not religious. People claiming a personal relationship with the goddamn creator of the universe are hella conceited.
the funniest ones to me are the ones that haven’t even read their books …like…bruh, if I thought a book had the answer to literally all of lifes questions i would be reading the shit out of it.
but the majority of these people claiming to be religious are apparently content to be spoonfed a verse or two every week or so? there’s something seriously wrong with that lack of personal agency.
they’ve basically given up their own free will for the deluded idea they can live forever
Eh, if you believe that god is omnipotent then it’s not really hubristic to think that god can easily have a personal relationship with every living being, which includes you
People claiming a personal relationship with the goddamn creator of the universe are hella conceited.
I’d say even prideful, you know one of the 7 deadly sins, often considered the worst of them and even the root/source of the other 6. The sheer hubris needed to believe you have a personal connection that others don’t is ridiculous.
I thought it said Lotus of Control and I was 'bout to grab a flamethrower ready to burn some flower down.
FREE ME FROM YOUR GRASP, CURSED FLOWER!
If you tap it you get 3 free mana and a riding crop
Yeah, a bit. My life is one of those shows where when something’s finally going right it immediately gets undercut and everything falls apart
Tbh some of those incredible downturns in my life couldn’t be better scripted if you tried
something’s finally going right it immediately gets undercut and everything falls apart
This is so me 💀
Life is going a bit smoothly? Boom bullying, difficult assignment, test, shitty teacher, parents lash out, political problems, oops chemical spill leaked into your city’s water supply (actually happened), a FUCKING PLANE CRASHED within a 10 mile radius of me, fire on your street, random dude crashing into parked cars on your street (wtf), a fucking global pandemic, civil unrest, suppression of protests, insurrection/coup attempt… etc… etc…
Last night I turned off a small metalic lamp that’s next to my bed. I then heard a tapping sound like a small dripping water hitting the metalic lamp.
I turned the lamp on. I saw no water. The tapping stopped. I looked at the ceiling. No sign of water. I looked at the lamp. No water. Turned the light back off. Rolled back over, and got comfy.
Tap…tap…tap…
Turned the light back on. Tapping stopped. Still no water.
Turned the light off. The second the light was off, I heard the tap again.
Turned it back on. Still no water.
Got up, got out of bed, checked all around my night stand. Checked behind it. Nothing out of the ordinary.
While standing next to the bed, turned the light off. Tapping resumed.
Turned the light back on, and walked to the living room. Layed down on the couch.
Light on in the bedroom. I’m in the living room. Turn the living room light off.
Now there’s tapping inside the pipes inside the walls. Totally different tap. Totally different place. Totally different tapping sound. This didn’t sound like dripping water. This sounded like someone hitting the pipes with a wooden spoon with the same cadence.
Tap…tap…tap…
But it always stopped when I turned the light on.
So I went into the bathroom, and took a shower.
Now, here’s the kicker. I live alone. I have no pets. I have no rodents in the walls.
The whole thing came off like someone playing a prank on me. Except that person didn’t exist. It felt like I was living some 1930s comedy skit. Some Abbot and Costello skit. Except this is just me, alone in my apartment, going insane.
You sure it wasn’t just the light fixture or bulb contracting after cooling down from being warm after being on? Metal light fixtures tend to do that. Especially in the winter.
Sounds like poorly soldered joints cracking to me
Except this is just me, alone in my apartment, going insane.
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Is a parent or grandparent in your family a narcissist? That crud does trickle down.
Part of it.
But even if they were good parents, I’d still feel like its scripted because of other factors.
Because my “backstory” (I mean might as well use this word since I’m talking as if this is a simulated world), in general, is so fucking bizzare it doesn’t feel real.
