I think I have been struggling to accept the fact that I am much more helpful to strangers than to my friends
sentence reads a little weird...
the fact that my presence, my body of work, etc is more helpful to strangers
it feels weird because sharing my knowledge/expertise freely with friends is my love language
but I'm like, somewhat in denial about the fact that they often don't want it, or aren't interested/ready to receive it
idk if this is sth I should be tweeting about, I should probably go journal abt it privately until I get a better sense of what I really know/think/feel about it. especially since this is a place where my friends hang out. I guess I just want yall to know I swear I only mean well
it's just so weird that I have one life where people are constantly telling me how much I've helped them and how much their lives have improved as a result of our conversations etc–
–and when I try to help friends in the same way the success ratio drops from like 80% to 20%
i guess it's like if you're a great manager at work and then you go home and you try to manage your family and they just aren't interested in that, even if you know at some level that they would totally benefit from it... but just not from you
and... it's not ~about~ you either
lol what this suggests to me is like, maybe everybody should just go talk to strangers about their problems
the thing is, some of those strangers who talked to me about their problems... are now my closest friends!! I think this is one of the major tensions here. I'm anxiously realizing that I may have overestimated a bunch of my friends. which is painful
hardly anything is ever about the thing, it's almost always about the unresolved past things of the observers of the thing
if you wanted to be pretentious about it you could maybe make a case that perhaps there is no such thing as thingness at all, there is *only* unresolved past observer baggage
I don't wanna be the annoying know-it-all guy – everybody's journey is different – but I promised my younger self that I'd represent him into the future: I swear I swear I swear I saw this shit coming like a freight train when I was ~14 and nobody listened to me
a lot of what people like about me, say is cool, etc – is the result of stuff that I built in fear, desperation and anxiety when I saw everyone else marching to the beat of an invisible drummer I couldn't hear. it was agonizing. I don't say this much but I wanted to k*ll myself
I remember this so vividly I'm getting flashbacks now. I perpetually wanted to throw up. people told me I was being dramatic