Falling into karma's snares

I've been waking up from sleep, and upon waking, I'm already in stealth mode, dodging curveballs, and consequencial dynamics that I can't escape.

Usually, it will come in the form of intrusive noise, by neighbours. My thoughts usually race, as I'm observing and discovering the toxicity of the dynamics surrounding me.

Anyone who happens to be in my vicinity ,can only condemn, judge, and persecute me for my complaint, as karma is busy at work sorting me out.

I have my headphones charged at all times, and in my panic, I will put them on and play white noise, very loud.

I've discovered a pungent side of a charming, beautiful side of life, where I am the only one aware of the injustice it is committing against me.

Manifested nightmare

I am caught in a self percepuating vicious cycle, where I experienced trauma early in my life. 

I expect hostility from people, I project that onto them in overwhelm, and in turn they react with a stress response, which is a mixture of misunderstanding, a holier than thou attitude, and a feeling they remember after they experience it. 

This requires me to have humility, as it only makes sense to love people. Karl Jung may relate to everyone in their "algorithm," that I experience difficulty with, as perhaps an archetype for my own unfaced shadow. 

No enemy is worse than bad advice. Sophocles

 

Revenge times Ten

What goes around, should come around, but sometimes, "Karma" seems more like an unjust judge. The feeling of being wronged by someone, and no consequences coming back to them. They take away your power, and you end up looking like the bitch, while they're probably off spending their lottery winnings in another country. 

What if there is no such thing as karma? The only reason I believe there are other planets out there is simply that that's what I have been told. 

To keep a journal, backtracking it and following up with every cunt that wronged me.  Consequence is something they teach us to be afraid of, but what if consequence is just guilt, and the weight of our morals being broken? I can't stand seeing an animal in pain, but I wish ill on my fellow man.

I feel any pain that happens to me, so my life belongs to me. 

God has no resolve; no karma attaches itself to Him. Ramana Maharshi

 

Living in fear, hate and invalidation

Misophonia combines the phobia, with dynamics. Once one suffering with the illness reacts to it, or people, it starts a rebound effect, with endless self projection that can feel like hell on earth. In suburban life, dealing with a condition like this can be unbearable. 

A car on idle for twenty extruciating minutes. A gate slamming closed. The constant anticipation that you will be a slave to others once again, until you have no choice but to succumb is like living on the edge of a cliff, trying to keep your balance so you don't fall to your death.

One evil stare from a stranger dictates your entire day. I hate people because they are stronger, louder and more enabled than me, so that if it's up for debate, they will win the debate.

You realise, that human beings are inherently evil, and an enemy. 

I hate that everyone around me has that power over me, whenever they like, however they like. They know that you'll react, so they make more noise. You feel like you're walking on eggshells every time you leave the house, because of the dread that can come upon you if the succumbing becomes to much, and you blow up and react.

One reaction is all it takes, and they will make you suffer. This is also true in nature, and society itself. 

One word comes to mind when I think of people. Cunt. 

Everyone fears the cut of the blade. It doesn't matter after that. I know the spirit survives as there is so much evidence of the survival of the personality in the afterlife. Dan Aykroyd

 

Cursing is invoking the assistance of a spirit to help you inflict suffering. Swearing on the other hand, is invoking, only the witness of a spirit to an statement you wish to make. John Ruskin

 

In the End, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends. Martin Luther King, Jr.

 

Reality

I have been diagnosed with chronic schizophrenia with social anxious dependence disorder. Life with permanent cannabis induced psychosis can be extremely challenging for me.

One of my early psychotic symptoms was actually induced by an old manga cartoon. I would smoke my marijuana and watch it over, and over in my psychotic state 

I couldn't interact with anyone. Words had 'double meanings', or alternate meanings. I would run out of the house and hide down the road whenever my mother and her partner would come around out of panic.

The language complex had a rebound effect on my mother's partner at the time, he would understand "come" or "come here", as "cum", as in "cum here."

As a misophonia sufferer, other's noise sends shockwaves of anxious panic through my entire body, but I feel it mostly in my throat, like my throat is sinking because of the feeling of dread. 

This is one of many accompanying psychotic conditions.

I saw a girl and looked her in the eyes. Her appearance was like cracks in a muddy dried up desert. This is hell on earth.

Dream as if you'll live forever. Live as if you'll die today. James Dean

 

To exact revenge for yourself or your friends is not only a right, it's an absolute duty. Stieg Larsson

 

My constant companion

I live in a self fulfilling prophecy where karma works against me. Every interaction I have is a bad experience. I'm completely isolated because of my allergy to everyone that exists

I fail at everything I attempt. Life is a "cunt"

I use the word "cunt" but there's no word in known language that fits it. It is as evil as evil can get. This is hell on earth.

I'm in a constant state of dread because of the fear and hate I have for what I have to live with. I am invalidated by everyone. I'm in a constant state of disempowerment.

I can't kill myself because the psychosis is too extreme. The only possible escape is death. Even then, I believe the powers to be will still torture me, and when it stops it is gathering it's strength so it can wipe me out in my process of dying, the kind of hell no creation would ever deserve, but that is what's in store for me.

“Mental pain is less dramatic than physical pain, but it is more common and also more hard to bear. The frequent attempt to conceal mental pain increases the burden: it is easier to say “My tooth is aching” than to say ‘My heart is broken.’” ― C.S. Lewis

 

A revolution can be neither made nor stopped. The only thing that can be done is for one of several of its children to give it a direction by dint of victories.

 Napoleon Bonaparte

Melancholia

There’s a certain kind of sadness that doesn’t shout. It doesn’t scream or cry out for help. It’s the kind of sadness that sits beside you like an old, familiar friend, whispering nothing at all. The pit of despair, where no one can hear you scream.

The untouched coffee.
The unwashed hair.
That sinking feeling caught in the pit of your chest and throat.

It’s waking up and immediately yearning to go back to sleep, not out of tiredness, but because consciousness feels like a burden. It’s the aching quiet of being alone

Melancholia doesn’t come with reasons that make sense. It drifts in on a cloudy morning, settles like dust on your things. It makes everything feel boring. Like the colors have dulled. Like your memories are wrapped in fog. Even joy feels like it’s echoing from a place too far away to reach.

You won’t stay here forever. The sky does clear. It always will

"In that dark place, there's no such thing as optimism."

I do not like the human race. I don't like their heads, I don't like their faces, I don't like their feet, I don't like their conversations, I don't like their hairdos, I don't like their automobiles. Read more at

 Charles Bukowski

I like making little videos and little records. I've always loved video cameras and four-track cassette recorders, still cameras, anything.

 

Joseph Gordon-Levitt 

The ugly truth

I refuse to accept life or death as they are presented. I will not be a part of the unjust system that underlies our existence. I stand against the limits and harsh consequences that confine creativity and impose pain, causing us to focus more on what we cannot do rather than what we can achieve.

I recognize two fundamental forces that transcend life: right and wrong. The widespread injustice occurring right now places life squarely on the wrong side of these forces.

Pain knows no bounds. No matter how dire circumstances may become for any being, life can always worsen. By conforming to and obeying these "rules," we may only suffer a little less. However, by facing the brutal truth that life is merciless, unforgiving, and unjust, we begin to assert our superiority over it. The circumstances we endure do not justify the consequences we face.

Destined to fail - the lower end of the food chain

Feeling belittled is like standing at the edge of a crowded room, unseen and unheard. It's that silent whisper of insignificance, reminding us that perhaps we don't matter as much as we'd hoped.

When we're treated as if we're excluded or unimportant, our inner voice becomes harsher, more critical, reinforcing the belief that we occupy a low rung on some invisible social ladder.

Being labeled as low priority makes us question our worth, reinforcing feelings of inadequacy and helplessness. Much like a tiny link at the bottom of the food chain, we start to see ourselves as easily overlooked and easily replaced.

Social status shouldn't define our self-worth, yet it so often does. In a world obsessed with rankings and visibility, feeling small and unnoticed can become overwhelming, eating away at our self-esteem bit by bit. Anxiety grows, depression deepens, and isolation feels increasingly justified.