I wonder if I was supposed to have all these existential crises in high school. I thought we were supposed to know who we are by now. Apparently not. I think I want kids; that’s dumb as fuck, I’m terrible with kids and shouldn’t have them for numerous reasons. I know it’s hormones but it’s persisted for three weeks now. And, like, everything is hormones. I’m having a bad week; I’m sad and chaotic and making bad choices and guess why? It’s hormones! Does that make it not real? Are feelings not real because they arise from biochemical reactions? Obviously, they’re still real; and the ones from Hormone Shit like my biological clock saying “You Should Have A Human Baby” and “Go Fucking Feral On That Chocolate” every month and now, apparently, all the time in some respects as I’m That Age™ and, y’know, nothing means anything because evolution isn’t an Inherent Good it’s just what persists: things that die don’t exist. Things that live, do. What is that on the table? Is that blood on my table??? no it’s Chicken Tikka Masala juice that dripped while I was stuffing my face with chocolate. I’m trying; I’m not doing as bad as I used to, but does that matter either? I want to celebrate Easter but I don’t have the [money/energy/something that is needed] to; of course I’m not religious but I’m imagining a Honey Ham, a small one, that I put on the table and that I cut up into Chunks to make Servings and in my head I guess it’s just me so that’s why it’s not worth it! and then I set out the Corn Pudding and the Honey Rolls (I like honey) and there are Sweet Potatoes with Toppings and I don’t. Songs about revolution play and I save them to my Spotify library and I do not take part in a revolution. I used to call myself a transhumanist; they’re overrun by libertarians and The Right now, that’s gross. I don’t know if I’ll choose to live forever now. Favorable turns, and all that. You shake and you miss the bus. You shake and you make it on in the last minute. You shake and you wait a normal, average length of time and proceed to your seat without thinking about it. Which one is better? I’ll be eating Cake and spending time with Friends tomorrow; I’m trying to socialize more (you hear the echo that we’ve been saying that for two continuous years) and I’ve been self sabotaging a hell of a lot and I can tell but I don’t know how to fix that. I’m doing lots of things; I’m going to go into Philly to a Zone and Interact with people in a Subculture and later this summer I’m going to try and get a sugar daddy because I like Things and y’know what? That’s fine! I’m looking for specific kinds of human connection and hoping all works out. I’m quitting something I’ve done for most of my life because I Just Don’t Care and I’m happiest when I’m plugged into the internet and consuming media and is that terrible maybe what WOULD I have done if I’d gone to Lycoming? Would I be happier? A. L. said I would work just as hard and he’s right of course have I ever told you I can trace my decision to come to Swarthmore to
Did you know my ego usually gets the best of me and I have this dichotomy and I’m made out of contradictions and maybe I’m also self-sabotaging by never breaking the habit of being Plural because I spent my formative years as two people and I can no longer mourn deaths? Is the effort to dismantle the ancient habits worth the science? Is it something to do? I am Better when I am occupied. I do not spiral and I do not Consume.
“You? At little old Lycoming?”
Well, he turned out to be embezzleing funds. I don’t care about that, either; he was a nice man. I made the mistake of taking that class I also made the mistake of taking sociology and I also made the mistake of coming to Swarthmore and maybe I made the mistake of being born again! I believe in reincarnation you know I believe I’ve been here or universes like it before so would it be wrong to live forever? Favorable turns, favorable turns; am I trying for a good body? A good life? Resources? Memory? I remember nothing. Not much. I work from a very incomplete data set and I’m halfway done with this college thing but what then? I do not enjoy my every day life. I think back nostalgically on all the times I know I wanted to fucking die or at least be anywhere else (like, here, now). What does it say that I think back nostalgically on Kmart of all the godforsaken places? On 13, on what is presumably in the Void Times where my memory just blacks out for two fucking years due to ??? the BAD? Rose colored glasses. Everything is better in hindsight. Nothing was ever really better; it’s just different things that are bad.
So, no, A.L., I would not have been happier I would have been a logical continuation of high school.
Do you know I’ve even forgotten The Parable of the Scientist and the Programmer? We just have that phrase and we turn it over in our mouths and we murmur that we chose wrong. That we’d trade the all-of-our-awake-hours-are-beholden-to-productivity-or-guilt for selling a 9 to 5 just to hope to not hate it NO I’d like to think we’d have refused to hate it for a 5 to 12 that we enjoyed and weekends free and clear for nonsense or shenanigans or travelling or going home.
You know, I don’t want to move out. I may not be able to mourn deaths but I can mourn my childhood. I will never get it back and I never appreciated it when I had it because I wasn’t any happier I just didn’t know how much worse it could be. They don’t tell you that a version of you dies when you turn 18, how different it suddenly is to look back and realize all the things and modes of being you can Never access again.
So, I’m moving out; I’ll have my own apartment. In the day to day, this will make me happier. I will be able to cook an Easter dinner because I’m not Christian in the slightest but I am that sort of American default from a historically “““Christian”“““ household though my grandparents might rot in hell if such a place existed. I will have my cats (my cats!) but they will lose the only home they’ve ever known. Molli will be sad. Lavendercloud will also be sad. I’ll have to live with someone again and I am so bad at socialization; I’ve wasted my youth and I’m wasting my young adulthood and it’s because I can’t make friends and I can never get ahead of the curve with knowing anything what the fuck to do what the fuck I want to do.
I’m not convinced I can focus longer than an hour anymore; how am I going to do research this summer? Have I been damaged beyond my old capabilities?
And I don’t think therapy will help; I don’t think nutrition is helping; it’s all a self control issue. No one can tell me how to fix the place I live.
Growing up is just taking psychological damage and I wonder if that’s the reason a plant of mine died. My favorite plant. Dave. He has some Davelettes that might live but I’m incapable of dealing with death so it may have been too late when I had a breakdown and realized I had to do something.
My sister’s had her own place for a while now so I go to the house that my dad never lived in because he’s dead and she probably knew him better than I did because my mother has her own psychological issues that she never dealt with and now I’ve inherited them.
“It would break my heart if you left.”
So I didn’t, and now my dad is dead and he doesn’t exist anymore and I will never be able to cope with the loss of his soul from reality.
It’s not a fucking contest and I love my family and it took me a long time to realize that and try for that. I’m doing okay; not great. We don’t text. We should, but what to talk about?
So do I want kids because of hormones or this crippling and constant never-belonging and always craving Family? Don’t you know there’s other ways to get it? Don’t you know?
so I’ve never belonged anywhere and it’s a constant struggle against all of my Psychological Damage and I’m nostalgic of all the past that was just the same, relatively speaking, and I still have no idea what I’m doing with my life and above all I have so much regret even though I know logically it is stupid to Regret that which you cannot change.
When I die, I think I’ll become a neuroscientist. I’ve been a philosopher, I’ve been at least one other kind of scientist, I’m doing astrophysics this go-round unless I flunk out because I’m not any kind of person with any kind of integrity for anyone to like or get to know... I’ve been the worst version of myself and so no one respects or likes me and I don’t blame them... but I guess I’m trying.
this has been... 041820192257... signing off
like if you read all the way to here lmao