In fact, I am not positively (!) sure that I am living in a bubble. Not at all. It is also a very substantial and serious thing to claim, since it sort of asserts that I, in my situation ( or of all those in my situation ), can claim special attention from my surrounding folks, on the outside of it.
I very strongly suspect, that I am living in a bubble.
Suspicion is often born very slowly. And the life of suspicions - certainly this can be said of strong ones, but that is "begging the question" - is in many cases very, very long. At least the lives of those suspicions, that we know of. Often suspicions live for centuries in our collective consciousness(es). But my suspicion is about some years old or so. But - as I see things today - it may, in my case, last for ever.
What else can be said about suspicions? That they make you happy? Nooo. That they are blue? No. That they are necessary? Yes. That they are true? ( Of course not.). Do they make you rich? Well, sometimes, maybe ..... but normally not.
One might say that suspicions are some kind of active doubt. I doubt that I am like folks normally are. I suspect - one the other hand - that I belong to a minority. And the case of belonging to this minority is extremely hard to prove. It is almost in vain one might arrive to any conslusion by pure introspection. But how can I get rid of my extended suspicion and thus be pretty (!) sure of, that I am living in a bubble?
I have to search for empirical evedence! I can not deduce it, - I will have to find another way. Which?
Can I for example ask a person, who, according to my firm belief, belongs to the majority, if he or she thinks that I - the person Me - am living in a bubble? Yes, I might do that, but I will be suspicious at the answer, be it a positive or a negative one.
Can I make an asperger test on internet? Yes. But I will not be sure that it shows that I am distinctly cut off from the living world in the way I feel. And so on.
And for that matter: what ( on earth ) do I mean by "living in a bubble"? Do I have to descibe that more accurate? Probably: yes. But HOW accurate? Would it be better if I was describing my whole life here? Cf. above: "It is almost in vain one might arrive to any conslusion by introspection." --- Well it seems to me that I will never come to be certain of whether I live in a "buuble" or not. I might sense that I have a genuine kinship to the hero, Truman, in "The truman show", but I can not prove anything at all. In fact : Truman was lucky; persistent as he was, and clever, he at last broke out. But I, myself, have very little hope of breaking out of my bubble.
Of course I can take it philosophically and try to be contented with an eternal description of my feelings and the troubles I have. I might live and die in my suspicion. Really: I don´t know what to do. Or do I ?
It seems, that I must remind myself, that I believe, that me accupying myself whith art ( painting,music and authorship) will eventually, miracously, make me free and will make the bubble burst! But is this more than a faint hope? Is this more than a dubious strategy? Self betrayal ....----- Is it of any positive use at all?
Wouldn´t I be much happier if I simply let go of the thought of "living in a bubble" and instead bought myself fishing gear, a rod and things, and went fishing?
But I cannot see, and I have never been able to see, that going fishing would make any difference to my bubble. ( People have, you see, all my life giving me the advise to "go fishing"....). I am still here, living in it. So I will have to elaborate on my "art-strategy". And I will return with that elaboration, where I will alos compare my thoughts to Flaubert and to other famous people, people I am almost sure were citizens of the Great Nation of The Bubble.
I will end this small today´s session by referring to Tom SAtoppard´s famous play "Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead", in which one of these suddenly braks off with this line:
"On the other hand I have to cut my toe nails."
The same thing have never been said any better. I will elaborate on this, later, too.

Hugs from my bubble!

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