Hi folks,
Well I'm generally antisocial, preferring to be alone, very defensive of personal space, etc, but lately I've found that I am becoming more distracted than ever.
Whereas I used to be able to focus when I wanted to, now it seems that I go off on tangents very often, my mind wanders of its own accord. I periodically find myself thinking "okay, I must do finish this, it's important", but then within 5 minutes I'm distracted again.
So procrastination has always been an issue, but lately it seems to be becoming more of an issue.
Now some more about me. I won't go into too much detail, but basically I used to feel somewhat depressed (but not too much) about the fact that I am 'different', but I didn't ever really feel angry at myself. I was distressed at the state of things, without apportioning blame anywhere in particular. So although (for instance) girls annoyed me typically (enough to avoid them), I wasn't particularly angry at myself or them, I just got to feeling a little bit down about it.
Of course I tried to be a really good friend to all my 'friends', and of course they used me, because that's what friends do after all. Trade is mutual use, but friendship for me never felt like a beneficial trade, it was like something I ought to do, a duty.
Long story short, I decided one day that these friendship-trades were negative-sum for me, and so I stopped. Rather than advertise my services like people do when they meet each other, I now prefer not to hide the fact that I am different, nor that I am okay with that.
I have experienced that, when people see that I am perfectly happy to ignore them, their attitude seems to change. They must still deal with me socially (in work situations and such) but on a different playing-field. How they react to that tells me much about the type of person they are, which is helpful since I seem to be far too trusting of people.
Getting back, the mild depression I felt went away when I changed my world-outlook. The turning point was when I decided that religion was futile and decided to look into existentialism, with the specific intent to find a group of people who were passionate about life while rejecting all mystic hocus-pocus. The passionate group of people I decided to investigate were Objectivists, and that led to some interesting events, but I'll forgo recounting them for now.
About the present-me, I am now very focussed on becoming learned, not to impress people but because one might call it an enlightened state. Many turn to hope to overcome fear and dread, and religion's primary purpose is as a foundation of hope, because it is far easier to hope for better days if heaven awaits one after this bad life.
When facing a potentially-meaningless life, hope is hard. I now see hope is futile, an inefficient cure for fear or dread. For me, knowledge is a much greater salve. Knowledge rids one of the monsters under the bed, or the gods that must be appeased. Knowledge rids the world of malevolence (dispells Satan, etc).
And facing a meaningless life, knowledge does indeed prove to be a much greater salve than religious adherence. Tolstoy turned to religion and hope, and (my unsubstantiated opinion is that) in the end he did not reach the end of his life contentedly.
If so few have tread this path, that is all the more reason for me to walk it. Should I follow the 6-billion odd humans in ravenously seeking meaningless sexual encounters? Should I become "successful" by having a family and 3 children and 2 dogs? Should I be normal?
(end of dramatic prose)
So yeah, I seem very distracted lately. Any advice on that?
I should probably add that the symptoms of Schizoidism seem to fit me pretty well, but I have never seen a psychologist (nor would I unless I could ascertain that they knew what they were talking about). I don't know what I "am" but I don't care much for arbitrary designations anyhow.