Posts by wanderingmoose15

Is there actually anyone in your life you consider "responsible"
for all that listed above?

Maybe a specific group of people, though that group shifts constantly depending on the situation. For instance, if someone posts some religious nonsense on Facebook, it triggers this massive surge of aggression in me. So I say—well, I'll try to be polite and won't swear here—but basically, I lose it. If you're talking about an "authority figure" whose influence stuck in your subconscious since childhood due to family issues, then no, it isn't just one person.

I've been thinking about this, and I think I finally figured out what's going on.
You curse God because that concept was ingrained in you as something massive, huge, and pivotal.
Basically, when you're at the peak of your rage, it’s the fastest vent for frustration once you've lost the brakes to stop yourself, mostly because you've become resigned to your faith. That resignation just fuels the urge to swear.

That idea of something being "pivotal" is exactly what bothers me about all of this. I don't want to curse God, not because it's "bad" or whatever, but simply because I don't want to give that concept the importance of letting it escape my mouth. Maybe this subconscious tie to God from my past, combined with habit, is just my need to swear. I guess I'd just be disappointing myself if I made it about trying to turn myself back into the center of "sublime" emotions. Anger carries other emotions with it, but maybe this is just me mechanically repeating certain words.

Since everyone else has already bailed on social media to go to bed because there's nothing left worth doing, I figured I’d drag myself over here. I’m starting this thread to try and move from just lurking to actually participating before I get banned for being a nuisance.😁
I guess I'm physically grown, but mentally I'm still stuck. I find myself looking for some kind of divine vent to dump all my frustrations, aggression, and insecurities. It's probably because I blame a higher power for every single one of my failures. I can't handle the weight of my own mistakes, so I just throw them at an imaginary God through cursing.
What hurts most is that I even use that term. Even if it's just part of a curse—which is a reflection of how uncivilized I am—it doesn't bother me nearly as much as the fact that I still let that impulse live inside me.
I think about all those nights in the past when I actually prayed, all the religious holidays I observed, all the fasting and other nonsense that was just as "effective" as anyone else's prayers, right up until I woke up and stopped dreaming.
How do you get rid of a leftover virus from your past? How do you learn to turn your back on what used to be without feeling the need to spit on it? I know I've rambled through a bunch of different phrases here, but I hope someone can give me a constructive answer without coming at me with moralizing lectures about being low-class or uneducated.
How do I learn to control these sudden bursts of profanity?
I apologize for the crude language, but how can a guy who starts a thread about cursing at God not be crude?
p.s. please keep the answers strictly psychological. I don't need any input from pastors, priests, monks, or any other moralizers.......

I haven't been following this thread, I just dropped in out of nowhere. In my experience, maybe it’s less about people being better off alone and more about people just not knowing what they actually want. Right now, I'm flying solo, which is pretty much my default state—unless someone comes along and feels bad for me, and then I guess I figure, why not give a relationship a shot? There’s usually a brief window where things feel great, but once that initial high wears off, I hit rock bottom. Eventually, I always end up missing my solitude and my independence. I hate having to worry about where someone is or what they're doing. I suppose loneliness is what drives us to hunt for a partner, but maybe we should be looking inward first. We should probably learn how to be happy on our own without jumping at every person who crosses our path just because we think they might cheer us up. Maybe that happiness is already inside us, but it's like the clothes in our closet are so messy that we can't find the right outfit to fix the loneliness when we need it most.🙂

Do you guys even know what Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder actually is? It’s pretty obvious it isn't related to biting your nails.🙄

Compulsions are basically behaviors or actions that someone with OCD feels driven to perform, even though they usually realize the rituals are pointless or excessive. It's tough to resist them because the person feels this intense anxiety until the ritual is finished.
The OCD cycle goes like this: obsession, then anxiety, then compulsion, then relief. So, if Wikipedia is right, maybe nail biting could be seen as a milder version of this disorder. I guess when people bite their nails, they feel that exact same way—there isn't really a logical reason to do it, but they just have to. Why? I can't really explain it, but they just feel like they have to.

I’m hoping this thread doesn't turn into a playground for personal attacks. Let's just stick to the topic at hand: nail biting. If people start attacking each other, I’ll have to start handing out warnings. I’ve already deleted some posts.

For instance, nail biting has been classified under the ICD-10 for a long time (Chapter V—Mental and Behavioral Disorders), so there's really no need to act surprised.

Apparently, OCD is going to be featured in the new IBM, if I’m remembering correctly. It’s not actually a massive shift since it's already in the current IBM, they just don't categorize it as OCD anymore, but rather as something else.

It is pretty important to realize that not everything qualifies as a disorder. There are specific criteria you have to meet before something is officially labeled as one. Otherwise, anyone could claim they have dozens of different mental health diagnoses. Luckily, that isn't how it works.

Why all the pretentiousness toward regular people? Throwing around terms like ICD-10, OCD, and IBM, and then ending with that comment about us being surprised.😲Thanks for the expert advice and explanations.

Richard Wells said:I used to be a chronic nail biter, but I just stopped one day out of nowhere. It had been a thing since I was a little kid. People always try to link it to anxiety, but honestly, I don't get it—what could have possibly stressed me out back then when I didn't have a care in the world? So, why does this even get classified as a disorder? Could you dive into that a bit more for me?

It’s classified as OCD. It falls under those things you do that feel totally pointless, yet you keep doing them over and over. By putting nail biting in that category of mental health issues, I guess you could label someone a mental patient😲.

Can someone who actually bites their nails give me a constructive answer as to why they do it? Millions of people worldwide struggle with this painful addiction that basically amounts to self-harm. Medical experts are even looking into classifying nail biting as a formal mental health disorder. I guess I want to know why it's considered a psychological issue and what kind of consequences it leads to.😍

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It looks like I hit the jackpot with this lip deformity that affects about one in every 12,000 kids 😍. Mostly, I’m just wondering if anyone here deals with something similar. Or maybe you know someone who went through surgery to fix it? I'd really like to know what the cost was like. Hopefully, one of those one-in-a-million people out there can weigh in on this 😉.

Jacob Mitchell3 said:There is a profound truth in that. We operate under the persistent illusion that we can outsource our suffering to others, convinced that some savior—be it another person or God—will eventually arrive. But no one comes. And even when they do, we fail to recognize them. We crave depth and character, searching for those qualities in others that we lack within ourselves, only to encounter a void as hollow and agonizing as our own. Yet, we continue to perform this weary circus, forced to smile and play our parts... even though we are tedious, and everyone else is equally tiresome.
We talk too much while having nothing of substance to say. We celebrate too loudly without cause. We pass judgment without any legitimate justification.
We feel the exhaustion, yet we refuse to rest because we are haunted by the fear of missing out. We wait for some grand event to occur, clinging to the hope that something significant is on the horizon. But nothing happens.
The days drift by, indistinguishable from one another, accumulating into a single point in time. Then, with a sudden sense of dread, we look back and realize it feels as though only a moment has passed. In reality, an entire lifetime has slipped through our fingers—a life we didn't truly live—and soon we will simply vanish, leaving no trace that anyone will notice.

Thanks for these facts, Jacob Mitchell3. While I was reading this, I found pieces of my own story in every single sentence. I kept wishing what I wrote wasn't the reality of life, because life can be so cruel that it makes me wonder if my own words are lies. But the heart doesn't lie, and this was written from the heart during one of those moments where everything feels hopeless, or at least seems that way. Maybe I’m being a bit vague, but my goal isn't to get help with Prozac or some other stuff, not that I'd mention it. I'm not depressed and I don't have a mental illness. I just wanted to share what I was feeling through my keyboard with people who might think similarly—people reaching for things that don't exist in this dimension at this stage of our existence.

It’s late—not even morning, really, since it’s only 3:23 AM—and I’m awake. Not truly awake, though. Not in any deep, spiritual sense. I just feel this constant pull to never wake up again, to stop existing in this void while waiting for some better life or a better chance for a soul that feels fundamentally broken. It’s a struggle between the urge to live and the urge to just end all this suffering and drift off into some unknown place. Somewhere that isn't necessarily better or worse, just unknown. That’s what interests me. Writing this is hard. There's this heavy weight on my chest, pulling me down, yet I never actually hit bottom. I never get to reach that floor where everything finally stops and the pain vanishes. I just keep sinking, feeling weaker every day, while putting on a front for the world. But the reality I show people is a lie; it's just a bad reflection of how I actually am. I don't want to share this realization with anyone else. I’ve come to believe that from the moment we are born, we are sentenced to be our own judge, witness, friend, and enemy. No matter how much people try to push a different version of reality on you just to fool themselves, it doesn't change anything. As I finish this, I'm thinking about the dreams I had during my last detachment from reality. The only reaction they trigger is this exact feeling, which kills my hope that maybe I’m just a sociopath who doesn't care about anyone's feelings, including my own. Sociopaths can't feel this kind of soul-crushing pain. I guess I just hope there comes a day when I'm gone from this world. A day when my drowned soul finally surfaces and can actually breathe again.