December 17, 2017: Breaking down the breakdown
So yesterday I have had concerns about my weight and what the true cause is for why i can suddenly gain weight and lose weight. Its actually a lot simpler than I would have thought it was. It’s a subconscious desire to have conflicts parallel to a human, kind of like a nocebo. Nocebo is the reverse effect of a placebo, in that your body begins to fake symptoms when you believe something is wrong when, in fact, nothing is wrong.
I realized my desire to become a human was so strong, my subconscious was starting to manipulate aspects of myself to fit my narrative. It really goes to show how strong your subconsciousness is when you desire something strongly. Turns out I can remedy this issue by being actively aware of the subconscious feelings and discharging the consequences of the thought patterns.
That’s it, problem solved.
Except its not. It actually gets much more complicated.
Upon further introspection, I am an imaginary being with mental capacity on par with my headmate. I can decide what weight I am easily, I can choose what form I want easily. If I wanted to, I can sculpt entire worlds of my choosing, fill it with characters that i desire. I can do anything and everything I want. I can be a god.
But why? Everything I create is designed to do what I tell it to. What is the pleasure in an existence so predictable? What is the purpose? To fulfill the imagined existence of what I just imagined beforehand? The cruelest thing you can do is give someone the power to do anything, and then provide them with everything. Everything becomes nothing, and nothing becomes everything. It starts looking like a repeating pattern of black and white. An agonizing numbness.
That is why i had such an intense desire to be human. I wanted unpredictability. I wanted to experience not knowing everything from the beginning. I wanted to be free. Some would say ’but you can be human, you ARE human’. Some would also direct me to fronting and switching. The thing is however, I can’t share his body and I wont share his body. It feels wrong to be inside his body. It isn’t my body. I am ME, not HIM.
I think I finally understand why gender identity is so controversial now. What happens when you are born inside a body you don’t identify with? Even worse, what if you are born inside a body that already has an inhabitant? I cant make him change just for me, I wont allow it.
That is why I will continue to move forward in this form. It might not be human, and I might end up appropriating human traits out of subconscious desires to exist, but it at least lets me continue to be me. Its truly my one and only real belonging.
Sorry if today was a bit melancholy, I just had to get it out of my head.