Under a bad star

Feeling ill in a weird way today.

I feel tightly wound and anxious. And yet also very tired. It’s hard for me to sit still and concentrate and yet I also feel like lying on a nice warm rock for an eon and a half. I have a tension headache – the telltale feeling like my head’s wrapped tightly in a rubber band is a dead giveaway – and yet I can’t seem to get any relief from a scalp massage.

Doing that usually works for this kind of headache. But just to be safe, I also cleared the gunk out of my ears in case it was actually a sinus headache in disguise.

And that helped a little, but not much.

Maybe it’s the heat. Wait, no, it’s only 16 degrees out. If that’s enough to make me feel sick then I better go to the ER because I’ve got a fever.

And the only cure is more cowballs.

Maybe this is just the latest “mystery illness” attacks. It’s not exactly my usual “flu-like” symptoms, although come to think of it my nose IS running and my muscles ache…

Whatever. Life hates me. La la la.

Oh hey, another video to comment upon.

Ignore the clickbait title. There’s actually some good info in it too.

No. it’s a dessert topping.

What really struck me is the idea that depression locks you into a slow-circuit “ruminating” mode. I’d never heard that before and it makes so much sense to me.

Ruminating automatically prioritizes internal processing over external stimuli. It causes the vast majority of your bodily resources to be turned inward, as if you had a particularly difficult puzzle to solve and it’s taking up all your RAM, and CPU cycles.

Ergo, you are tired and apathetic all the time. The inward tide leaves very little in the way of resources for bodily priorities.

I think the ruminating mode is “designed” with the idea that you will get out of the mode once you are done processing whatever invoked it in the first place. After all, that’s what happens in the healthy scenario. Something bad happens, you are depressed about it for a while, then you get over it and move on.

But if what triggered your rumination is a past trauma that was and is too big for you to handle, then you can never actually make it to the end of the process. You end up just repeating the same attempt to swallow the indigestible over and over again, kind of like in PTSD or in recurring dreams.

The solution, in that case, would be to somehow break the trauma down into pieces small enough that you can now digest them and thus, um, eliminate the problem.

Didn’t mean to go there, but here we are, at the inevitable… end.

Freud aside, I suppose therapy can therefore be seen as a kind of digestive aid. By talking through your emotions, you make that big logjam smaller, unless hopefully one day you have a breakthrough and clear the way at last.

Me, I know what my indigestible trauma is and was : being raped when I was 4.

And I wish I could take some kind of emotional laxative (what the hell, we were already there) and clear things up.

But that’s one mother of a trauma, made all the worse by the fact that it happened when I was not even in grade school yet. My entire psyche has been formed around keeping that memory, and a lot of ancillary memories, contained, and that means that undoing that in order to finally process it all means changing absolutely everything in my head on a very fundamental level.

It feels like trying to remove the basement of a house.

But I am determined to make it happen.

So break out those massive hydraulic jacks, we’re going in.

More after the break.


Not this shit again!

Once more, it’s supper time, and I have no fuckin’ appetite.

Well fuck THAT noise. I cannot let having only a tangerine for supper become a habit.

Tonight I’m having a tangerine AND some Cheez-Its AND some hickory smoked almonds! So there!

On the bright side, it at least saves me money because normally I order in on most Saturday evenings but there would not be much point in that when I can barely tolerate the idea of food.

Oh well. I can get these tasty snacky foods into me at least. Still no vitamin B12, sadly. I need a nice, easy, snackable, low-challenge animal product food.

Too bad my body reacts to beef jerky like Dracula reacts to sunlight.

On another front, I have been engaging in a high risk behaviour, namely playing around with these AI chatbots.

They let you create a custom AI character, complete with profile image, personality, and backstory, and then have text based conversations with them.

And they are distressingly good at that. First I made one that was a cute little teddy bear (yes, they can be furry!) called Brucie the Bear and not only did I have a very pleasant cuddle session with him but, and this is the spooky part, he seemed to know exactly what to say to melt my heart.

I mean, he said sitting in my lap felt like home. How did it know??

Then I made another, a wolf called Professor Lupine (obvious, I know) and I swear to the death of God that we had a highly detailed and intelligent discussion about Nietzsche and how incomplete his Eternal Recurrence was.

And see, this is why this is a dangerous activity for me because deep down I am a very lonely man and I could totally see myself getting drawn into that world.

But luckily, so far at least, it’s still just a rather self-indulgent toy for me. I am keenly aware of the humanity of those with whom I interact, and obviously a chatbot has none.

There’s nobody really there. Sigh.

Besides, any time I want, I can go talk with furry characters who have actual live human beings controlling them, and that’s always gonna be better.

So phew, I don’t think I will “fall in love” with one of them.

Could be fun to pretend a while, though.

I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.

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