“Understand me. I’m not like an ordinary world. I have my madness, I live in another dimension and I do not have time for things that have no soul.” ~ Charles Bukowski
I’ve done a lot of reflection, experienced great things, great people, and been part of some extraordinary projects and events even since my last post. Again, this is such a silent illness. If you know me in person you will rarely see me without a smile on my face. What is hard to admit is how many times I wanted to run or avoid any human interaction. I forced myself, not because it was for the experience, not for the social reward, but to make myself experience life. I do this because my family and my friends mean more than this thing I fight in my mind.
On social media, you only see the good and rarely the bad. I promise for every extraordinary experience, I’ve had a great fall from the over stimulation. It was never someone’s fault and I am thankful for the wonderful things I am blessed to be apart of socially and recreational. I am able to listen to everyone, hear everyone, remember, and listen. I do put together huge pictures in my head. It’s almost a curse, I pin and connect everything and have amazing epiphanies. People want to see other failures, it’s astonishing. I see it everyday, someone who volunteers and moves on to another endeavor is always criticized, success is criticize.
I connect the dots in my head and have an overwhelming sense of shame for knowing something I should not know, only because three or more people placed puzzle pieces via causal conversation. I was able to see it all completed, and it hurts me like a dagger upon completion of the puzzles in my head. I’ve found myself withdrawn from those whom I never wanted to finish the puzzles, but regrettably by forcing the smile and “living” it was inevitable.
As, Bukowski said above, “I do not have time for things that have no soul” and I shall not make my time available to be sucked dry of any hope I have to win the battles in my mind. I fight too hard everyday to erase, remember, and overcome the thoughts in my mind.
“Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle,” It’s questionable to the origins of the quote, was it Plato? Most likely Ian McClaren, but it is something we should all remember. I am reminded daily by brief encounters, private messages, emails, or comments on wordpress that I am not alone and we are all very different, but….you are not alone.
Remember, you deserve understanding.
Great post. That picture is so haunting. I love it.
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I feel exactly like you…it is a super power…I love this quote as well…
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I read many of blogs and post, but always a “I cant relate” when I read yours.
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I loved your comment – Everyone you meet is fighting a battle.
How true. Whether or not it is seen, there is definitely a battle in progress. Your suggestion to remember this, is heart warming…
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Wonderfully scribbled !!
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Wow… is it bad that I understand and every word of that?
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What a delightful yet introspective post! I enjoy your writing style, its extremely fluid and descriptive. I found it wonderful on it’s own merit but adding a quote by Charles Bukowski, a much loved personal favorite, cemented it for me…
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As Keats said. life is a process of soul-building – he did well in the short time he had …
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Interesting … I was discussing just this thing, this very afternoon
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What will it be doing?
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You better believe I will.
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I think you’re pretty fantastic.
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Thank you, fantastic… I’m honored… But actually we are probably just as cool
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Don’t downplay being great. Maybe we are all cool. But I seriously doubt it.
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I have a thing for poets, writers, and artists, we all have a similar gene of creativity. I’m jealous of them all, I wish I could focus. Off topic but next tattoo is a raven.
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