by Dutches on Sun Mar 09, 2014 8:20 pm
Lately I've been wondering if I've ever been another kind of person than what I am today. Confusion about what's real and what isn't.
For quite a while, I never realised how 'empty' I am I always thought I was like anybody else, tho I did notice some things like not feeling any joy when friends came to visit me.. Which was strange because in my 'fantasy' I loved the idea of having them over. I noticed I didn't connect to people but somehow I chose to ignore it and let myself believe that I had something like a 'crush' and a 'best friend'.. Nowadays I see that this was a delusion.. But was this my only one? Or have I been believing my own fake world for a much longer time.
I took a walk with my dog today. Something I do rarely, usually I just dump her in the garden, bluntly said. Getting out of bed is a drag. Putting on the leash is frustrating. My pup's happy and excited, and I just have to control myself not to give her a snarl. Not because I'd feel guilty if I did, but somehow I just know it's not 'right'. Walking her is annoying, since I'm a huge control freak. I like to walk her off leash when there are no cars around but I can't stand the fact that she ignores my commands. I'm constantly watching her, waiting for her to make a mistake.
Then I remember a time as a child, where I was playing outside at the same time of the year. The smell of flowers was delicious and the sun was warm on my face. Now I stil feel that sun but it doesn't reach me. The scent of flowers has become weak, almost not stimulating my nose at all. I'm not sure if that's because of my mindset, or because my sense of smell is going down the drain.
Vague memories of having 'fun'. Playing and fantasising, even singing like a lil disney child. Then resting in the grass with my dogs next to me. Just closing my eyes and being there in the moment.
Nowadays I still try to do this, but it feels like an act. Was it ever something else? Or was feeling things a fantasy of mine, even as a child. Did I ever have the capacity to be something real.. I don't know. And if I had, would I be able to ever get it back. Or am I just doomed to live an empty life and not even care about it.
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