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It could also be life experience, maybe he have been around others like us, or maybe someone close to him was the same, or perhaps he really do have that level of emotional intelligence and insight without any such experiences and really is a good reader of people.
Or maybe everyone can tell, and that is why they would rather avoid us, he being blunt just stated it.
Many thoughts.
Regarding the matter in its entirety, ultimately it felt eerie, perhaps it even felt of an omen somewhat.
Feels like the video game format equivalent of Hideaki Anno's Shin Kamen Rider for Space Sheriff series.
It may not have a high budget but the sincere, raw heartfelt adoration for the source material is evident in the game.
It captures the tokusatsu feeling like very few titles do. Flawed, certainly, but love overflowing.
There is this really depressed nephro TMO, who reminds me of myself.
We were sitting in some symposium, a registrar claiming to be a great reader of the mind laughed and said something tells me it is either yours or his last year, you two look bezaar, this mean weary or fed up.
I am surprised he had that level of insight, to get to the matter very quickly.
But then I think of all the depressed who hide behind smiles, maybe he is going through bad things as well.
Extrapolating on how some come to a realization that no one cares about us, or our feelings, it made me think, why should I?
In life, rolling with the punches, taking things as they go, is also a skill.
Perhaps I was too fragile, and needed thicker skin as one used to tell me.
Ultimately, I realized neither venting, nor talking about my feelings, nor even introspecting, was helping any.
It feels like the kind of place that may look warm from outside, but within? Cold and dreary.
On a different, more positively personal note, I am seeing why so many fellow males shut off their emotions.
It is, certainly cruel that society makes it so.
At the same time, ever since I stopped looking within, at my feelings, and just try and do something else in the moment, I am happier.
I am not really happy, but it keeps the depression away.
Maybe I will turn into a colder person, who knows, but either way, I have found a road that is working for me.
Now, I am poor, the kind of meal I eat is not the same as what one would consider a proper meal in most nations.
For me, essentially, every day is a fast.
Which kind of is the point of the month, it's to make people empathize with those who have to live on one meal a day, thankfully I am better off than that.
But for myself, fasting just feels like adding more misery to my already overloaded tray of problems.
Costs of everything are spiking, life seems like its going downhill fast.
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And now, this one may be a bit controversial, but really fasting in the month of Ramazan is a mixed bag, while most Pakistanis will tell you of all the positive things.
There are good things, how people unite to feed the poor, that glimpse of humanity, but it ends just as soon as the month for most. The rest are those quiet heroes who do it on a small scale daily.
Wish it was like that all year.
Sometimes it feels performative, I know it's not, but still.
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A trailer of the Sekiro anime. I did not really enjoy the game, too simplistic for my own tastes, but will definitely watch the animation.
A certain camraderie exists between self and the local stray dogs, can only hope no harm comes to them, people here love to round them up and poison.
I understand why they keep to themselves, and are so guarded. Just like them, for self It's also a stray dog life, wish that I wasn't as 1:1 with their mindset, but that is how we do it now.
What I realize now is, is far easier to just shut the emotions away, because the sadness puts you in a slump, that starts a loop of trying to crawl out of a marsh that's almost a drowning feeling. Just as we leave the marsh, it traps us again.
Rather than that, just burying the feelings, shutting the brain up, it seems to be more stable.