A World That Doesn't See Me

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I have no clue what arena you compete in, clamoring among others to gain recognition. DeviantArt I am familiar with, Facebook groups? I am not sure what other forums. I jumped to the assumption you create graphic art, which is the usual thing. Extremely competitive.

Many artists use AI nowadays in amazing ways. There indeed is an solid career path for an AI-whisperer, which is what all artists will be from now on. The time when artists used to paint every little pixel, I don't think that applies anymore, same with writing, too. If I set out to write a novel, which I might, then I'd lean on AI not just a little, but a lot, and expect it to write everything for me, with just guides and mods from me. In fact, I am tempted to do this when I retire. I want to write a novel for every pet peeve I have, illustrated by witty and charming characters. That will be about 153 novels, and I don't have much time left, but should take about a year or so with the power of AI.

I feel the same way about the U.S., I sense this impulse to flee the medical desert, but where? Where is safe? Where is better? What country would even permit me to emigrate? The Western nations all have high barriers to emigration, financial ones that exceed my modest means. An income of $50,000/yr, for example. I do not have that. My plan is to research pockets of the U.S. with a higher doctor:patient ratio, combined with low cost of living, and low crime rate, and consider relocating there.

You might consider Italy, it is close enough to Turkey and the barriers are lower. You can buy a house in Italy for cheap right now--again, need $. My cousin learned Italian and moved to Italy with his wife after retirement. He loves it.

Hope this helps. You seem to have the right notions especially for your age.

Quite the dilemma isn't it? Whether to join the fight to be the one who gets noticed by shouting louder than anybody else, shoving to the front, etc., or to remain polite and get ignored. But maybe there's a middle way. Assertive rather than dominant or submissive?

I always used to get ignored when trying to buy drinks at a bar, until I realised that the bartenders couldn't see me but they could see my money quite plainly, so I started waving a banknote.

I'm a bit hampered when I try to get attention by raising my voice to just the right volume, because I'm often silent beforehand, and the first words tend to come out suppressed. I can't seem to go from silent to moderately noticeable without clearing my throat first, which ruins the surprise. Surprise can be important in a competitive society.

I never had a problem at a bar...being nearly 2 metres tall I can lean further over the bar than everyone else.

I often feel like an invisible thread woven into the fabric of a world that doesn’t notice. My work, passions, and creations are never fully seen, appreciated, or valued. I put so much of myself into what I do, but it feels like shouting into a void. And in a world where social charisma is currency, I always come up short, stuck in the shadows while others effortlessly take the stage.

It’s not just about being shy or introverted - it’s deeper than that. Basic things, like small talk or casual interactions, don’t come naturally to me. I think deeply, I hesitate, I overanalyze. And in a society that values quick wit and instant decisions, I end up feeling like I’m operating on a completely different wavelength - one that no one seems to tune into.

Being "underrated" isn’t just frustrating; it’s isolating. It’s like I’m pouring my heart into things that matter to me, but no one else seems to care or notice. And this isn’t just about recognition, it’s about connection. When people don’t see or understand what I do, I feel like they’re not seeing me.

This world, built for neurotypicals, often feels like an alien planet to me. A place where I don’t fit in, where I have to constantly translate my thoughts and feelings into a language that others might understand. It’s exhausting, and the more I try, the more I feel disconnected, like I’m losing myself in the process.

Some days, I feel so distant from everything, this world, its systems, its people, that I wonder if I’ll ever truly belong. And the more I see the things I despise about this world - its shallowness, its obsession with appearances - the more alienated I become.

I know I’m not alone in feeling this way, though it often feels like I am. Maybe others on this wrong planet understand.

This world, built for neurotypicals, often feels like an alien planet to me. A place where I don’t fit in, where I have to constantly translate my thoughts and feelings into a language that others might understand. It’s exhausting, and the more I try, the more I feel disconnected, like I’m losing myself in the process.

Some days, I feel so distant from everything, this world, its systems, its people, that I wonder if I’ll ever truly belong. And the more I see the things I despise about this world - its shallowness, its obsession with appearances - the more alienated I become.

I know I’m not alone in feeling this way, though it often feels like I am. Maybe others on this wrong planet understand.