I started this as a response to Elizabeth's existentialism topic (now how do you spell that word?) then realised I was rambling a bit. So I decided to post this afresh. The first bit is what I originally wrote, then later on, a different bit.
Here's the original reply...
and Hi again.
Oh yeah, existentialism, or whatever it's called. I remember being at college when I was 19 and coming across it, it really excited me, but then I settled down and got married to the wrong person.
I know I am completely free, it's just that I can't bring myself to believe it. I also believe total responsibility for myself is mine alone, though I fail in that regularly. I feel I often let myself down, my beliefs are of my own observations of life, which I keep hidden from people often as I feel they clash with other people's. I torture myself for not being the person who I know is inside of me, trying to keep peace with the rest of the world, and failing myself. I can't justify another animal dying for me to eat or otherwise, when the simple existence of that animal might well be a greater wonder of life than my own. I am scared of going down the vegetarian route as I could get carried away with it and the only outcome would be to cease to exist. Other people in the world might think they can control me, but it's my choice if I let them. So, when I look in the mirror, I don't like what I see...a person within a puppet, and I tie myself down by pulling my own strings.................................aargh................I hate depression!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
That was the first bit, which went off topic somewhat. Now for the next bit........
Hello to all once more, I'm not on anything......honest, it's just that Iv'e been hurting so much recently (in my head that is). It seems that when I'm under stress I dress less. This only makes matters worse, it adds more stress. I truly need to be the real me, that person inside screaming to get out. I have no problems whatsoever with the morals of myself, dressing, my beliefs, feelings, thoughts etc, it's having the courage or confidence to cope with the rest of the world that gets me. When I am gentle, other people can be so forcefull etc. When I am inspired, I am thought of as crazy. It is unlikely I'll change with my beliefs (Ihope not) though I sometimes envy folks who see things so simple, and pass responsibility on without any knowledge of what they do. The thing I'd change about myself is related to my confidence, self esteem, self respect etc. There are people in my life who value me, need me and for that reason alone I strive to carry on. It's been like that for a long long time,
I feel I drag myself on for this reason.......
Blimey, this is a load of smelly stuff, talk about feeling sorry for myself,
I'll stop here before I put everyone off their coffee. It's just how Iv'e been feeling of late, just a bit down that's all. I had meant this post to be a catching up post, I just ended up rambling on about...........
LOVE TO ALL
TAKE CARE
Rebecca xxx
PS- I'll have to think of something more cheerful to write