MR_BOGAN wrote:
computerlove wrote:
not even 50, so maybe it's a mid-mid-life crisis?
I feel the need to do something else, something more in my life, well, that's since always, but now this need
has become stronger. Fortunately t
his time it isn't accompanied by a depression, don't want to go there again, a very dark place.
I've become more sarcastic, I care even less about everyone else, have i become NT?

At the moment I'm trying to figure out how to live my life. I'm not at all ambitious, not into material belongings, social status i find pretty shallow. I think you sort of need goals to go for, but my problem is I couldn't really care less about achieving anything. If you analyse everything, in the end things are all pretty pointless. So I see it, your goals could be anything and you will still get the same satifaction out of achieving them what ever they are.
One thing I worked out about myself is that I enjoy fighting, there is nothing more I like than bashing the crap out of a punching bag and feeling the adrenaline running through your vains. Totally against violence though. Also I like exercising my mind by challenging it.
So maybe if I go back to being a fighter and go back to seeing life as a huge fight, I will achieve more when I have this mentallity. I've sort of lost that part of me at the moment from learning and coming to terms with AS.. It's a problem but I'm going to work around it, not good to use it as an excuse me thinks!!
I think I will make sure I enjoy happiness when it comes and relax and enjoy myself, the rest of the time I see life as my enermy and fight through it. Another trick is to not worry about the future, make plans, but just concentrate on what you are doing at the moment.
money/material belongings/status/etc., may be shallow to us, but unfortunately we live in a world where people judge you by what you have,
you can't see life as your enemy, I think it will be a long walk up a big hill, and you'll end tired, angry and worse than at the beginning. I've tried that aggressive approach at life, and
it worked okay, but only for a little while. It felt good, the adrenaline rush and all that, but felt like a facade, like a mask. A couple of years later I hit bottom, depression speaking.
I think one must accept AS and move on, thinking "ok, so I have this sh*itty AS thingie, it's like I don't have a f*king piece of my brain" (or something similar). Yes, it's kind of depressing, specially thinking there's no cure. So, what's the point of being depressed?
Some people have mentioned beer as a escape out, and it works, but it's like getting out of one hole and getting into another one...
Why do say that "in the end things are all pretty pointless"?
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