restlessdriver said:I get the sense that a few people here have painted this guy as being deeply depressed or even suicidal. Honestly, I don't think that's quite right. He isn't more depressed than the average person... he just sounds disillusioned.
That’s just one side of the coin; he needs to find the other.
Someone who has focused intensely on their own niche interests, seen how the gears turn behind the scenes, can't just unsee it. You can't help him the way you're imagining. He has to find his own way through, just like the rest of us. It's exactly what he said: how can he be expected to help someone else if he hasn't figured himself out yet?
It makes sense why he’d avoid seeing a psychiatrist. After all, what is the point of psychiatry? To force a perspective back into socially acceptable boundaries. But he doesn't want to go back there, and frankly, he probably can't. There's a paradox in sending every deviation from the norm to a doctor—who gets to decide what the "true" perspective actually is?
The search lasts a lifetime, but if he keeps looking, he'll find it eventually...
I have a dog who is incredibly smart and sweet. Aside from the obvious bias, he really is the best dog I've ever known. But sometimes, he gets so profoundly sad... you know, when he looks at you with those soulful eyes that seem to reflect the entire hopelessness and futility of existence? That overwhelming cosmic melancholy? In those moments, you Must just toss him a piece of deli meat, because he truly looks like he hasn't eaten in a month.
Whenever there’s a neighborhood cookout or a block party, he shows up. He doesn't bark, he doesn't cause trouble, and he isn't annoying. He just sits there, looking mournful. It's impossible to stay indifferent; only a complete sociopath could deny him a bite of a burger, a slice of pizza, or some bacon... because it's the least we can do to soothe that endless, universal sorrow.
To be clear, he isn't neglected. He isn't "depressed." He goes on regular walks through the woods with us, sleeps in the bed, gets plenty of affection, loves his cats, and the kids absolutely adore him. Most of the time, he’s happy and upbeat. But there are those specific moments where only a completely heartless person could ignore his sadness.
Shallow, literal-minded people would say the clever pup just figured out a brilliant way to manipulate us for treats... but I simply refuse to believe that. ☕