quite frankly, i profoundly hate the entire demeanor personality of almost everyone that i have ever interacted with. yes, that includes myself.
of the ones that i do not abhor, almost all of them, i only interacted with several times, briefly, for superficial exchanges.
the demeanor that i like is more mellow. a balance between logic and emotion. a balance between extrovert and introvert. a balance between alert/aware, and relaxed.
and i do not have any of those.
i hate how emotional i am. a lot of things just do not make sense, emotionally. it's like whooptie do, something good. whooptie do. something bad. good and bad things eventually happen. rationally/logically, i know that it does not matter. that much. or at all. in the grand scheme of things.
but it is like my entire rotten corpse, reacts so theatrically. drama.
almost everyone that i have interacted with that is not way too emotional (by my standards), works in the STEM field.
however, plenty of precious lil "people" working in the STEM field, remain way too emotional.
it makes me wonder: can i change my personality?
personality is nature versus nurture. nature is already finished. and i am 34 years old.
but certainly, there are things someone can do, that permanently changes their personality.
if i can change my personality, then what is the proper method? and how much can personality get changed? and what are the drawbacks to changing personality?
if not, why not? and if not, what is the next best thing?
because i am so socially withdrawn and emotionally fragile. oftentimes, i am too lazy to even say a sentence. and i hold intense grudges, for a long amount of time. and i get obsessed with things from the distant past. and i fear and hate a lot of things. and almost everyone i have ever interacted with, disgusts me. and i am dissociated. nearly catatonic. brain fog. brain fart. detached. dissociated. it's like i can't respond to stimuli. and i can't concentrate or pay attention. except in the best of circumstances. but the world contains plenty of situations that must get responded to, correctly and immediately.
so as usual, i am so ashamed. i ain't got no precious lil "friends". no job, no job skills. even when i drive, i get uptight. anxiety. and guess speeds and distances wrong.
feel wierd. feel wierd. feel wired. feel weird. feel weird. feel wired. feel awkward. act awkward.
nothing appears worth doing.
without modesty, i ain't good at doing much. at least, not good at doing anything functional. useful. practical.
i do not know how to cook. just boil water. when i was 18, baked bread, pancakes, scones. taro roots. rice cooker. but seriously though.
how am i going to eat a diet that does not cost a lot of $$, if i only know how to cook potstickers?
i do not like precious lil "people". and i certainly do not like myself.
i get uptight. i get paranoid someone will rape me.
i wish i had some sort of skill. talent. talent show.
something i was good at. not just holding grudges.
i don't tend to forgive precious lil "people". or myself.
i do not know how to make conversation. small talk.
sooner or later, $$ will run out. and i might end up without room or board
homeless and hungry
panhandling
living in a cardboard box
under the freeway
dumpster diving for apples, bananas, bread
soup kitchen
food pantry
sometimes i get paranoid someone will rape or exterminate me
sometimes i just wanna gorge
even when things are "As Good As it Gets", i still wanna gorge.
and i fail at coping
i get an "F" at emotional resilience
when i was 20 years old, i briefly fancied enlisting in the Air Force. active duty.
combat engineer 12b
but i can barely handle being an unemployed civilian. and i live somewhere that is not that homophobic. seriously i am so ashamed of myself.
so of course, i could not handle:
basic training, boot camp, advanced individual training, tech school, "A" school, the garrison. Meals ready to eat allegedly cause extreme constipation. uniform inspections. hazing. "blanket party". getting smoked. getting quarterdecked. living in the barracks. peer pressure. drill instructors. getting sent to the infirmary. in the military, there is no limit to the number of hours they have to work per week. in the military, the supervisor can wake up the employee (soldier, sailor), in the middle of the night and make the sailor do work. getting yelled at. having to polish boots. ironing uniform. in the barracks, maybe it is easy to get sick, because there are so many soldiers living there - crowded - for a long time. and the soldiers do a lot of activities. that involve plenty of germs. getting sent to the brig. military jail. dishonorable discharge. failure to adapt. bad conduct discharge. Article 15. non judicial punishment. forfeit all pay. getting owned by the government. group showers. toilets without doors or stalls. having to stand at firewatch. having to work for 24 consecutive hours. getting a lot of shots/immunizations. sleep deprivation.
no way i could handle that
i would've been on the ground crying
and et cetera
but whatever
Parris Island
ROTC, OTC, OTS, West Point. united states naval academy, artillery, united states air force academy, united states coast guard academy
uniform inspections
having to make the rack (bed) a certain way
not getting enough sleep
it ain't gonna happen
ever
that was a fantasy. fancy. dream. delusion
not a goal
not a reality
it never happened. occurred. it is not happening. it will never and could never occur
and i am just a scuzzy civilian
good for nothing
i am so ashamed of being a civilian
but whatever
plenty of precious lil "people" much more emotional than me, act like they are entitled to it and proud of it
not all civilians are ashamed of being civilians
veteran
civilian
exempt jury duty
homeless and disabled veteran
"friendly fire"
wounded warrior
infantryman
infantry
ASVAB
non commissioned officer
advanced rank
Eagle Scout
JROTC
drop on request
refuse to train
failure to adapt