Syvelocin
February 28th, 2012, 05:34 AM
I don't even know if I'm going to post this, I'm just going to see what I can milk from some thoughts right now. Rant, may be triggering or offensive in the very beginning or whatnot. This is a new kind of low right here. Don't even think it fits here partly but it started with a self-harm rant and I edited it and it's only partially a self-harm rant now. Aw well. Still fits the theme. Move it to Mental Crisis if it doesn't fit enough I guess.
I think self-harm is treated as a bigger deal than what it really is. It's something you do. What else is there to it? Concern should be rightfully felt for people who are at risk of causing permanent damage or even bleeding to death but why is it such a big deal beyond that?
Keep in mind, I actually haven't even cut myself for at least six months if not more. It feels silly. Found my razors the other night and I suddenly got the urge but then I realized it was silly. If I wanted to be destructive there were so many better ways to go out with a bang. I'm way more of an opheliac then that. If I wanted to really mess myself up, I could do so with more... mmm. Class. There are ways, I assure you, to really screw myself up, and I know all of them. And some of them are probably even obvious. This knowledge would be more open to abuse than you'd think.
My psychologist shoots down my accusations toward myself of being a masochist. I don't quite fit it. I've also been shot down on that accusation here as well. What sickens me is that I'm actually masochistic in every sense of the word. But we'll talk about this form of masochism. I may not be what would be defined as a true masochist, but I seem to have an obsession with my own self-destruction. It's a topic I ponder more than I probably should. I'm a very intelligent person, that's probably the only place my modesty does not dwell. Despite that, I think about throwing that away. I've always gotten lectured by my dad, who is the brains as well, but he's more of the rational type. He's a maths person, while I'm a literature person. The difference in these tropes is that maths has a set number of answers, usually two, while literature, the rule is that any answer is acceptable as long as you can back it up. That also makes him a problem-solver, while the literature person may wish to solve the problem but that isn't the goal by any means. Anyway, he has never been able to comprehend why I defy the knowledge I have acquired, defy my "common sense." And I really don't know why. Why I understand all the consequences of every single one of my actions, what I should do and what I shouldn't do, but still choose the worst option purposefully.
Sure, I may not be able to enjoy all pain and every pain. Paired with my appreciation of pain is a ongoing effort to do exactly what I know I shouldn't, because of the satisfaction.
It's quite astounding, the satisfaction you can achieve when you are so incredibly dissociated from the potential damage you are causing. It's like there isn't even any consequences because you're so numb to what any rational person would be upset if not traumatized by. In my head, this is as much of a masochist as anything is.
Actually, this isn't only a rant. There's reason for this to be alarming. I don't think I'm going to discuss that right now though. Or maybe even ever.
I think self-harm is treated as a bigger deal than what it really is. It's something you do. What else is there to it? Concern should be rightfully felt for people who are at risk of causing permanent damage or even bleeding to death but why is it such a big deal beyond that?
Keep in mind, I actually haven't even cut myself for at least six months if not more. It feels silly. Found my razors the other night and I suddenly got the urge but then I realized it was silly. If I wanted to be destructive there were so many better ways to go out with a bang. I'm way more of an opheliac then that. If I wanted to really mess myself up, I could do so with more... mmm. Class. There are ways, I assure you, to really screw myself up, and I know all of them. And some of them are probably even obvious. This knowledge would be more open to abuse than you'd think.
My psychologist shoots down my accusations toward myself of being a masochist. I don't quite fit it. I've also been shot down on that accusation here as well. What sickens me is that I'm actually masochistic in every sense of the word. But we'll talk about this form of masochism. I may not be what would be defined as a true masochist, but I seem to have an obsession with my own self-destruction. It's a topic I ponder more than I probably should. I'm a very intelligent person, that's probably the only place my modesty does not dwell. Despite that, I think about throwing that away. I've always gotten lectured by my dad, who is the brains as well, but he's more of the rational type. He's a maths person, while I'm a literature person. The difference in these tropes is that maths has a set number of answers, usually two, while literature, the rule is that any answer is acceptable as long as you can back it up. That also makes him a problem-solver, while the literature person may wish to solve the problem but that isn't the goal by any means. Anyway, he has never been able to comprehend why I defy the knowledge I have acquired, defy my "common sense." And I really don't know why. Why I understand all the consequences of every single one of my actions, what I should do and what I shouldn't do, but still choose the worst option purposefully.
Sure, I may not be able to enjoy all pain and every pain. Paired with my appreciation of pain is a ongoing effort to do exactly what I know I shouldn't, because of the satisfaction.
It's quite astounding, the satisfaction you can achieve when you are so incredibly dissociated from the potential damage you are causing. It's like there isn't even any consequences because you're so numb to what any rational person would be upset if not traumatized by. In my head, this is as much of a masochist as anything is.
Actually, this isn't only a rant. There's reason for this to be alarming. I don't think I'm going to discuss that right now though. Or maybe even ever.