I've just realized that the following happens to me a lot. I'm confronted with something, whether a particular image, song, object, smell, video, place, person, thought or some other type of situation. I know that this thing is supposed to make me feel a certain way, because I always have in the past or I have some investment in having that reaction. But often, I realize I can't feel what I expect to feel, and then feel a sense of loss while I try to feel it and don't succeed. I don't usually consciously notice any of this. I'm so dedicated to the reaction I'm supposed to have, I sometimes trick myself into thinking I'm having that reaction, by simply forming the appropriate thoughts without any feeling to back them up, because the fact that I'm not really feeling anything doesn't fit with my view of myself.
For example, a few years ago while in a bad depression I used to look at the stars a lot and felt this sense of profoundness. I'd take in the beauty and try to comprehend how far away the stars were and how small it made me feel, how insignificant everything that happened really was. I told myself then that I'd feel that again whenever I look at the stars, even after my depression was gone. But now, whenever I look at the stars, I don't feel a thing. Yet I almost always convince myself that I do. I purposely slow down my thoughts, mimicking being lost in awe. But I'm really not. The stars just look like a bunch of uninteresting dots in the sky.
This example took a long time, but there are many others. I expect an unexpected specific memory of being with my ex to bring me pain so I think I'm feeling that pain, since that used to be what my reaction was, but if I were to really concentrate I'd realize it barely made me feel anything anymore. A song might once have made me feel a certain way which I want so badly to feel again in the moment, so I listen to it, but I don't feel anything no matter how hard I try. A lot of the time, I want to feel something because if I don't I feel heartless, like there must be something wrong with me. For example, what made me think of this topic originally was GrannyPigms' post above mine, which expresses discontent with the fact that anyone might not share his appreciation of space. It happens a lot with things like that, that I know are supposed to be beautiful, like if I look at a sunset, I expect to find it beautiful, but to be honest, I often don't. Or the opposite, when I hear about intense suffering, I expect myself to be devastated, and if I were to admit that I'm not I'd feel cold hearted.
And what might be the worst part is, even when I do feel something genuinely, I'm so happy about the fact that I'm feeling something so strongly, that I begin to exaggerate it until it isn't even sincere anymore. It's like I start observing myself feeling whatever I am from the outside, imagining whatever is going on like it's a story and I'm just a character I'm reading about. And of course at that point, I'm not even feeling what I was, but I still imagine that I am. Can anyone relate to this?
|
|
Bookmarks