Rudolph Mondal
Banned
I have this problem that I want to tell you guys about. It goes like this..
I have moments, rare as they might be, when everything illuminates, where I feel like I understand it all.
And then there are moments like this when I don't interested in anything, nothing at all but the desire to do something that I'd consider productive is still very much present. So I go from one book to the next, reading a few pages of each. Ultimately, I feel immensely dissatisfied. So I pester my parents, ask them to speak to me. They do but it doesn't interest me, it's all mundane talk, nothing exciting. So I pester then some more, till they're at their wits end. Towards the end of this process, I'm basically a child. Petulant, stubborn, plain annoying. Quite embarrassing but I start slapping their arms and shaking them. Eventually the whole house is on fire. My parents get frustrated and leave. I get angry, perhaps I overturn the armchair and leave in a huff, to my room and settle down and sleep.
It's usually not that bad. I'm recounting a scene from last week. Today, I did pester my parents and become extremely childish and slap their arms and shake them but it wasn't so bad. We were able to part for our respective rooms amicably.
Basically, it's more or less the same thing every time I come back home from school over the weekend.
I think I'm ill.
When I first joined this forum, I mentioned about being diagnosed with a particular mental illness. My doctors won't tell me what but based on my medication I think it fall under the category of schizophrenia.
I don't understand why sometimes in fact most of the time, I feel so listless about life. Well, not exactly listless. More of being really irritated by the fact that I feel so dull and don't find anything interesting.
In the past when I had very intense crushes, that'd fill the course of my entire days and so I never thought about feeling dull. I was extremely...passionate. I won't go into the details regarding my unrequited affairs.
I don't know which is better. This dullness or that intense passion.
I'm at a loss, really.
There are so many things I want to learn and do or at least I tell myself that I want to learn those things. I want to investigate the mathematical basis of physical theories, explore the philosophical position known as structural realism, I want to learn about the mathematics used in quantum mechanics, I want to learn more generally about how eigenfunctions, eigenvectors and eigenvalues can be applicable. I want to learn about the topological basis of Whitehead's Process and reality, the topological foundations of cognitive science. There's so much...so much that I tell myself that I want to do.
Writing down the previous paragraph rekindled some of the old passion in me but I know it won't last. All of the things I mentioned, I became aware of them in my moments of passion. They're rare, hardly lasts more than a few days each time and then...weeks of drought. Weeks, sometimes months of dullness.
I want to be someone. I want to amount to something. I want to contribute something. Most importantly, I want to know things. I want to be enlightened. But it's just that I feel so dull and lack motivation most of the time.
Anyone been through similar experiences and would like to share some light on how they managed to overcome all of that dullness and irritability that arises from that dullness?
Or is there no hope?
I have moments, rare as they might be, when everything illuminates, where I feel like I understand it all.
And then there are moments like this when I don't interested in anything, nothing at all but the desire to do something that I'd consider productive is still very much present. So I go from one book to the next, reading a few pages of each. Ultimately, I feel immensely dissatisfied. So I pester my parents, ask them to speak to me. They do but it doesn't interest me, it's all mundane talk, nothing exciting. So I pester then some more, till they're at their wits end. Towards the end of this process, I'm basically a child. Petulant, stubborn, plain annoying. Quite embarrassing but I start slapping their arms and shaking them. Eventually the whole house is on fire. My parents get frustrated and leave. I get angry, perhaps I overturn the armchair and leave in a huff, to my room and settle down and sleep.
It's usually not that bad. I'm recounting a scene from last week. Today, I did pester my parents and become extremely childish and slap their arms and shake them but it wasn't so bad. We were able to part for our respective rooms amicably.
Basically, it's more or less the same thing every time I come back home from school over the weekend.
I think I'm ill.
When I first joined this forum, I mentioned about being diagnosed with a particular mental illness. My doctors won't tell me what but based on my medication I think it fall under the category of schizophrenia.
I don't understand why sometimes in fact most of the time, I feel so listless about life. Well, not exactly listless. More of being really irritated by the fact that I feel so dull and don't find anything interesting.
In the past when I had very intense crushes, that'd fill the course of my entire days and so I never thought about feeling dull. I was extremely...passionate. I won't go into the details regarding my unrequited affairs.
I don't know which is better. This dullness or that intense passion.
I'm at a loss, really.
There are so many things I want to learn and do or at least I tell myself that I want to learn those things. I want to investigate the mathematical basis of physical theories, explore the philosophical position known as structural realism, I want to learn about the mathematics used in quantum mechanics, I want to learn more generally about how eigenfunctions, eigenvectors and eigenvalues can be applicable. I want to learn about the topological basis of Whitehead's Process and reality, the topological foundations of cognitive science. There's so much...so much that I tell myself that I want to do.
Writing down the previous paragraph rekindled some of the old passion in me but I know it won't last. All of the things I mentioned, I became aware of them in my moments of passion. They're rare, hardly lasts more than a few days each time and then...weeks of drought. Weeks, sometimes months of dullness.
I want to be someone. I want to amount to something. I want to contribute something. Most importantly, I want to know things. I want to be enlightened. But it's just that I feel so dull and lack motivation most of the time.
Anyone been through similar experiences and would like to share some light on how they managed to overcome all of that dullness and irritability that arises from that dullness?
Or is there no hope?