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I feel like I’ve dropped about five hundred posts here over the years, all venting about different struggles! For a while, a friend kept insisting I was just super anxious, so I went down a rabbit hole online reading up on anxiety and taking those little quizzes, only to realize that doesn't actually fit me at all. I thought maybe I was depressed for a bit too, but even that didn't quite hit the mark—I mean, there are definitely some elements there, but I'm nowhere near clinical depression.
The truth is, I've navigated some of the absolute worst stressors a person can face over the last three years, according to those official psychological scales professionals use. Between switching major careers twice, moving to a whole new city, and dealing with a serious illness and the loss of someone incredibly close to me... well, somehow I’m still standing! I haven't lost my cool, I'm working, I'm out of debt, and I'm definitely not in a psych ward. Sometimes I just don't feel overwhelmingly happy, mostly because after everything I've been through, it feels almost weird if I actually were.
Lately, I’ve hit this phase where it honestly feels like everyone around me is completely losing it, and I’m the only one left holding onto reality. People who have zero actual problems seem to manufacture all this massive drama. I have a friend of thirty years who constantly lists every single ache, pain, and allergy he has like it's a full-time job. Then there's the crowd that's totally uninterested in romance or anything physical. Another group thinks their entire identity is tied to their corporate job, and they absolutely lose their minds when they realize how replaceable they are and that big corporations don't give a damn about them. Then you've got people who think they're nothing if they aren't married with kids, and others who are desperately chasing fame just because their lives feel too quiet and uninteresting.
So then there's me, sitting there thinking, "Good grief, you guys are all insane!" My only real goal in life is to have a nice, modest, middle-of-the-road existence. I just want a relationship where nobody is terrorizing me with nonsense, a steady job that pays the bills, and enough peace of mind to make sure I don't burn out by the time I'm 35.
And that's really it. At the end of the day, I'm the one who ends up looking crazy while everyone else seems perfectly fine.
Anyway, do you guys ever get that feeling that the rest of the world has gone off the deep end and you're the only sane person left? Or am I actually the crazy one here? 🙂
The truth is, I've navigated some of the absolute worst stressors a person can face over the last three years, according to those official psychological scales professionals use. Between switching major careers twice, moving to a whole new city, and dealing with a serious illness and the loss of someone incredibly close to me... well, somehow I’m still standing! I haven't lost my cool, I'm working, I'm out of debt, and I'm definitely not in a psych ward. Sometimes I just don't feel overwhelmingly happy, mostly because after everything I've been through, it feels almost weird if I actually were.
Lately, I’ve hit this phase where it honestly feels like everyone around me is completely losing it, and I’m the only one left holding onto reality. People who have zero actual problems seem to manufacture all this massive drama. I have a friend of thirty years who constantly lists every single ache, pain, and allergy he has like it's a full-time job. Then there's the crowd that's totally uninterested in romance or anything physical. Another group thinks their entire identity is tied to their corporate job, and they absolutely lose their minds when they realize how replaceable they are and that big corporations don't give a damn about them. Then you've got people who think they're nothing if they aren't married with kids, and others who are desperately chasing fame just because their lives feel too quiet and uninteresting.
So then there's me, sitting there thinking, "Good grief, you guys are all insane!" My only real goal in life is to have a nice, modest, middle-of-the-road existence. I just want a relationship where nobody is terrorizing me with nonsense, a steady job that pays the bills, and enough peace of mind to make sure I don't burn out by the time I'm 35.
And that's really it. At the end of the day, I'm the one who ends up looking crazy while everyone else seems perfectly fine.
Anyway, do you guys ever get that feeling that the rest of the world has gone off the deep end and you're the only sane person left? Or am I actually the crazy one here? 🙂