Posts by hiddentrucker16

Susan Price30 As stated by:
silvereagle6 was making some points about antisocial individuals—essentially, what exactly does such a person have to offer, and more importantly, who are they actually offering it to? 😁 If we look strictly at the definition of the word—the actual essence of what "action" entails—it follows that the very intent behind such a person's conduct is inherently directed... Against. It really comes down to the environment—that stifling atmosphere where one is forced to live in direct opposition to the local social norms and established customs. It’s a heavy thing, truly. When you find yourself at odds with the very fabric of your surroundings, it effectively stunts any hope for healthy growth or personal development. It creates this sort of... existential friction. I suppose I am circling back to what she mentioned earlier regarding our nature—that humans are, at their core, fundamentally social creatures. We aren't meant to be islands; we can only truly realize our potential through meaningful engagement within a community. If that community is hostile to who you actually are, you're essentially being denied the tools to flourish.

So, what we’re really saying is that the individual in question is antisocial—if you want to be precise about it. Or perhaps just socially detached—though "antisocial" certainly carries more weight in a casual conversation, doesn't it? It’s one of those terms we toss around quite easily—sometimes too easily, I suppose—to describe someone who simply lacks that fundamental drive to engage with the collective. One might even argue it's less about being actively hostile toward society and more about a profound, almost quiet, indifference to it. Still, the label sticks. Through their conduct—and that underlying, rather questionable internal drive—they act in direct opposition to the well-being of those around them; it is, quite frankly, a display of profound social inadequacy. ( And quite dangerous, too—if I do say so myself..

Oh, goodness... honestly.😢😢

What an absolutely dreadful definition.🙂🙂I certainly hope—and I do mean this with the utmost sincerity—that you generally tend to rely on your own insights and convictions when navigating life.😍

The unsociable types—those who prefer their own company to the mindless chatter of the crowd—are actually quite brilliant. It’s a quiet kind of genius, really. 🙂

wearyhawk83 said:Look, I know plenty of antisocial people who are totally capable of giving and receiving love, so maybe it’s time to rethink those assumptions!

well, now... 👋👋👋 🎉

for the loners, 😍👍

Ronnie21;32641416 said:If the body is an illusion, then logically everything the body perceives must be an illusion too, right? If I’ve grasped this premise correctly, [then introspection and a total rejection of the external world become the most vital parts of the awakening process. Is the first step isolation?

Precisely 🙂 🙂

I've always had a certain fondness—perhaps a bit too much, if I'm being honest—for isolation and deep introspection.

My wife—who is quite something, really—has this way of pulling me into her yoga practice that is so hypnotic... I mean, the flow is just perfect, absolutely divine, and I feel so centered that I find myself genuinely mourning the end of every session. It's a struggle, truly, to drag myself back out into this messy, chaotic thing we call "real life."

It makes one wonder why we've managed to lose sight of everything that actually matters—the very essence of what is valuable.🙂🙂

Why, oh why, must we ask why?div>

dustyskipper3 said:The soul is an eternal atman, the true self—so it really can't be "diseased." Or maybe I'm just running into a terminology issue here... I guess when we say soul (psyche), we actually mean the mind? Because the mind can certainly be unhealthy if it isn't "awakened," which is to say, if it’s cluttered with nonsense instead of dwelling within the self that everyone possesses. In that sense, everyone is technically "enlightened," though some people might not realize it simply because they haven't "awakened" yet. Yogis seem to think that aligning the soul with the body is a prerequisite, meaning one has to perform these integrated physical and mental exercises to make spiritual progress, to awaken, or to realize the self. But, I don't know, it seems to me that someone who is truly "awakened" wouldn't even need to worry about the body. I mean, where does the idea that the body even exists come from? It feels like an illusion of the mind, feeling trapped within its own physical shell. In reality, as atman, we are infinite space. ☕

That isn't quite right.

For some, nothing will remain but—dust.

What solace could possibly be found in worthlessness?

Since there was nothing in them to begin with...

...they can only weep within their own wretchedness.

Chloe Morales5 said:It clearly wasn't easy for you growing up in your family.

Let us move past the unpleasantness of an unhappy childhood.

And mine as well.

How am I even supposed to understand why I exist as a man—where this sense of futility actually stems from?

Perhaps one day I shall realize.

For the time is drawing near—it is drawing near—it is drawing near

when the blessed hour shall arrive...

which will be Unity with Bogo

and the most beautiful Merging.

And nothing in this world could be more exquisite than when Soul, Mind, and Heart

no longer long.

Michael Anderson2 said:Maybe that spider found enlightenment in its final moments of agony. People always say suffering is necessary for spiritual growth... but I don't know about that.

Spray the ants with poison—help those creatures find their spiritual ascent...

If only I could wish that for him too,😍🙂--enlightenment.

I’ve already sprayed the ants;😂 😂I just hope I didn't invite them all here myself,🙂 🙂because I've had quite enough of hell.

By now, given all my own suffering, I really should have reached enlightenment ages ago,🙄
though...
apparently, it takes a little longer.🤷

Michael Anderson2 said:That's true—some people even face His wrath. I just can't wrap my head around what makes Him turn against them in the first place...🙄

I feel as though God is holding a grudge against me—quite uncomfortably, I might add—simply because I accidentally crushed a spider.🙂🙂 He used to believe in me—he was actually quite decent, in his own way—but then he went and sent me an absolute swarm of ants.🙂🙂

Because, honestly—I find myself believing in the Guilty Being.

boldsailor32 said:Regarding what Grace wrote on Psychocouch earlier:

If you could settle this with yourself: does God love us as we currently are, or are we just waiting to wake up before it's too late 🙂? 😁

God loves whoever He chooses. For those granted the clarity to Wake Up, it will be exactly That.

As for everyone else... frankly, I couldn't care less.

And why are you trying to embarrass me with this post?🙄 It was originally intended for CFT and Psychocouch.

Susan Price30 said:🤣 Well, look at that—the cheerleader is back!😁

Oh, please noooooo...

I haven't even left yet—it isn't quite Time Return just yet.

boldsailor32 said:I don't perceive other souls as being "sick." I simply see them as they currently are.

Just because something doesn't align with your specific interpretation of reality doesn't mean it's broken.

And here you are, calling for an awakening at ten in the morning... ☕

ha, ha, ha, ha 🎉 🎉

though, truth be told, it’s probably for the best if they wake up sooner rather than later—because once the time return arrives, there won't be any more chances.🙂

thanks 🙂👍

I ended up switching 🙂

Jack Hernandez said:Look, if I had my way, I’d find myself a partner who’s gorgeous, young, brilliant, highly educated, loaded, physically and mentally fit, sweet, hilarious, charming, head-over-heels obsessed with me, and—bonus points—has a mom I actually get along with. But, you know, life isn't exactly a Hollywood rom-com.

When you're in that early stage of meeting someone you might actually want to build a future with, I guess I’d probably steer clear of people dealing with severe mental health struggles. Same goes for major physical disabilities. It’s not that I wouldn't be capable of loving someone in that situation, it's just that while I still have my wits about me and things feel under rational control, I tend to avoid stuff that’s obviously going to make my life a massive uphill battle.

I actually live with someone who deals with their own psychological issues, so I know firsthand the huge gap between saying "that doesn't bother me at all" and actually living through the reality of it. That first part? Easy as pie. It takes zero effort to type out or say out loud. But the second part? Man, that is incredibly hard.

Hmm... personally, I think I could settle for someone who can lecture me on wind speeds, the mysteries of the cosmos, planetary power, or the magic of the stars... honestly, they could look like a grizzly bear living in a cave for all I care. 🙄

Is there a way to go about changing my password—and if so, what’s the actual process?

silentpilot6 said:I frequently find myself double-checking if I locked the car or turned off the gas valve 😬 though I don't go as far as counting tiles or ensuring everything is perfectly aligned and the parking brake is perfectly straight 😁

By the way, have you all read the thread about "living with someone struggling with mental illness"?
While it covers some extreme situations and quite tragic examples—not to mention there are plenty of positive ones too—honestly, I wouldn't want myself 🙂 or any of my future children
to ever be put in those kinds of positions.

Well, my mother was an alcoholic—to use the proper 🙄 terminology—and she attempted suicide twice; her luck with men was also quite poor, yet I love her a thousand times more than all those "perfect" people—those efficient, organized, and reliable types... like my father’s current wife.
You dare speak of mental illness when it's obvious you haven't a clue what it actually is beyond stereotypes—that schizophrenics are dangerous, or that kids are at risk, and all that nonsense... I could very well die for love, just trying to save or help a loved one, and nothing—not even mental illness, whatever that truly means in a clinical sense—would stop me. In my view, however, the single true deficiency and sickness in people today is simply a lack of love. 🙂

But then again, everyone is entitled to their own opinion, I suppose.👍

silentpilot6 said:I’ll admit this topic feels a bit discriminatory, but I also find it incredibly real and, frankly, quite an interesting question to pose.

To give you a specific example... I have a neighbor who is a lovely, attractive woman 🙂, but she has two cases of schizophrenia in her immediate family—her mother and her uncle. Since we know this condition can be hereditary in many instances, would I enter a relationship with someone like her? To be honest, I wouldn't... both because of her own potential struggles and the risk that our children (if we ever reached that stage 😁) might inherit it too.
With all due respect to those living with the illness, I wouldn't knowingly start a relationship with someone who is either currently struggling or faces a very high probability of developing it.
Of course, I realize it's a completely different story if I were already in a committed relationship where we were deeply in love 😍 and then discovered these facts later on...

oh, so if everyone thought like you, they'd just label everyone mentally ill😂😂👎
See, this is how differently people perceive things. For instance, my current boyfriend met me when I was juggling four different types of medication—he basically picked me up right out of the wreckage... whether that was a wise move or not, I couldn't say. If I were to spiral again in a few years—I don't even want to dwell on that possibility—what's truly wonderful is that he fought for me so fiercely and believed in me when everyone else had doubts. Even if we don't make it, at least I know someone gave it their absolute all... so, I thank God there are people like him, and my thanks go out to my dear genius, always and forever...

Gary James88 said:Spot on. It’s banned in some places (like Canada), but here in America and most other spots, it seems to still be legal (Italy, France, England, USA, Japan...). That said, everyone knows the ECB isn't exactly the gold standard; it's mired in controversy and you rarely see it prescribed these days.

Thanks for getting back to me; I feel a little better now...🙂🙂

Gary James88 said:Look, I don't mean to be a buzzkill, but electroshock isn't actually banned. They still use it, just way less often, and the regulations for when they can administer it are much tighter now.

...or am I mistaken about certain countries having outright bans on it?

I feel compelled to speak up because I am honestly just so frustrated—I’ve reached my limit with the entire field of psychology and psychiatry. It makes me wonder how many innocent souls and broken hearts had to be shattered before they finally realized that electroshock therapy is nothing short of barbaric and moved to ban it...
It is as if
only God can truly witness the sheer injustice people inflict upon one another—often driven by nothing more than vanity or the ego of some absolute idiots...🙂🙂

Perhaps, in some small way, those inhumane fools will eventually find clarity once their own capacity for empathy is restored...
In the end, love is the only true remedy for a wounded soul, and that is a prescription handed down by God alone.

I tend to fall head over heels, which sends me straight into this euphoric high—only to crash hard into a depression once reality sets in and I realize that love isn't some permanent fixture, when what I’m actually craving is something lasting and secure.😁 It’s a cycle where I keep rediscovering my own addiction to romance, and then the low hits because, frankly, being dependent on something so volatile isn't healthy... in essence, I find myself cycling through these bouts of lethargy, hysteria, and pure euphoria quite frequently—perhaps it's all perfectly normal, though I suspect my heart takes quite a beating in the process.😲

Jonathan Richardson22 said:I’ve been battling depression for eight years now, and if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that you can’t just "will" your way out of it alone. Sure, you can try to be more outgoing, sign up for a spin class, take some hip-hop dance lessons, or go hiking on the weekends—you can even give yourself a literal slap on the wrist every time you catch yourself staring at a wall for hours while blasting the same playlist on loop—but none of that actually touches the core issue. You could devour every single self-help book in the local library, too, but honestly? You need something much more heavy-duty to actually kick this thing to the curb. We're talking about something closer to a total brain reprogramming—something that forces you to stop following those broken, destructive patterns once and for all...🤷

true👍 I tend to lay out my plans quite meticulously—making promises to God, to myself, and to everyone dear to me—only for some inner demon to rear its head and sabotage everything. I do it almost intentionally, which is the worst part, because it truly breaks my heart. I suppose I’ve grown accustomed to discomfort; I find myself strangely afraid of actual comfort... brain reprogramming sounds like a solid idea. Depression is such a grim, dark, and heavy thing—some people even fear it simply because of its sheer weight. It feels like there should be a reason for it, yet there often isn't; you feel like a perfectly normal person, just perpetually dissatisfied, gripped by this unrealistic anxiety—all the usual suspects, really. I try to tackle it from every angle, but it has taken a significant toll on my soul—leaving me feeling weathered and worn. Depression is a nasty business. I think I'll become a staunch advocate for positive thinking, even though negative thought patterns feel more familiar and, in a twisted way, more comfortable. But this lifelessness? It's unbearable. So, I'm aiming for more lightheartedness and ease—even if I am a walking contradiction, given how much I actually crave the intensity and raw strength of emotions, even the dark ones...