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@nitrogen
As I read your post it made me smile. You're the first person I've ever heard also use the carrot analogy. I've used it alot over the last 15+ years to explain where I'm at in life and why I'm over this chit. However most don't really get it. People assume once you get a modicum of success you will be fulfilled but sadly that is not the case.
Like you, I went to ivy university; I also worked at some of the top fortune 100 companies. I always thought I'd get married, have kids, etc. However it didnt happen. There are a number of reasons for this, the most important of which is that I dont really fit into social norms including my "expected" social circle. I'm 2E and people dont really get me. Not to mention I grew up poor and went through a chit load of trauma that most in my social circle would never understand. All of this makes me relatively unique.
I find the average man boring after a while and not mentally stimulating to talk to. As a result, I have difficulty connecting with men. However I began to realize that I have difficulty connecting deeply on a longer term basis with people in general (including women.)
I'm uber impulsive and spontaneous. I tried to fill my life up with activities: solo international travel, dance, socializing, motorcycles, church, or anything that I thought would give me the ability to connect with people as well as the excitement of mastery / completed goals. They did their job for a while, then the boredom returned fiercely and I was right back where I started. I always thought that once I got married it would go away. However after hearing and reading a few stories like yours I wonder if that was just some faulty construct in my mind, based on the dreams of family that I once had for my life.
The feedback loop in my life has been one of putting out the positive but getting back 2x the negative. As such I just stopped bothering. I have become emotionally numb to the point where nothing is worth my time including people.
Theres much more going on with me, however it would require a book.
I dont have enough information to offer a perspective but I'd like to ask some questions if you'd like feedback:
- Does your husband mentally stimulate you? Or is it that he so tired from work when he comes home you are just another part of his setup in the "perfect" life (i.e. great sex from his beautiful wife, nice home, child etc.) I'm not blaming him. I just see this alot in accomplished women who become housewives. Life becomes overly routine.
- Do you think if you did not have a child and you were doing something else you wanted to do you'd be happier?
- Is it possible that you have become numb to life after experiencing all this death because you now realize life is meaningless?
- Are there any women friends who "get" you?
- Have you considered giving your child to your mom, etc. for a few months to give you some time away from everyone to think deeply by yourself?
- Are you putting on a "fake" face to keep the household happy / together so that your husband won't think you're not grateful?
- Is it possible that you felt some disconnect from your mom (despite her labeling you her favorite) such that you did not develop your ability to connect internally with others in general?
- If there is anything on your mind that I did not touch upon, that you think would be useful to know about you, feel free to share.
@LMFAO FOCKERS
I don't fit into social norms either, neither does my husband. We find the mainstream value superficial and hypocritical. So-called norm is a set of standards derived from and accepted by the majority, aka, the donkeys that keep trudging forward to bite one carrot after another, believing they'll be happily ever after once they eat the carrots they crave for.
Like you, I tried to fill my life up with activities, which get old and boring after a while, endless novelty is impossible, so I eventually lost interest in them and don't really develop new interests. I've also reached the point where nothing truly intrigues me. I suppose if I really want to just feel something, I can try extreme (perhaps even reckless) activities like cave diving, do drugs, travel around the world solo, etc. I'm reluctant to try them because I don't want to risk agonizing injuries and horrific death. That movie series Hostel is based on true events, yikes. I want my death to be in control of my own hands and as peaceful as possible.
I used to care about how others look at me and I wanted to be popular - most young adults in school go through that phase. I no longer care to impress people: if I do well, they'd want something from me or get jealous; if I don't do well, they wouldn't care or they might even derive a sense of superiority from my misfortune. My parents and husband are exceptions. I want them to love me.
I was in a co-ed fraternity and went to parties all the time in college - I've never been a people person but I forced myself to socialize and make as many friends as possible to look cool and likable. As the years went by, it became apparent that most friendships aren't worth pursuing or maintaining. Like how Aristotle categorizes friendship into three groups: those based on utility, those based on pleasure or delight, those grounded in virtue. The first two types are self-regarding and selfishly motivated, though mutually satisfactory. Unfortunately, almost all friendships fall into the first two types - I don't really need them. As for now, I have a couple of very long term friends (>10 yr) and they're enough for my social needs. Also, one good spouse/soul mate is better than 100 mediocre friends - my husband actually fulfills 80% of my social needs.
I've adopted a minimalist lifestyle. If what I have is enough, I don't bother to buy more or fancier stuff. I've never been materialistic to start with. When I was an immature 20 something, I used to show off my wealth not because I was materialistic, but because I wanted to make friends. Now I'm pretty lowkey.
I never care about ceremonies and celebrations. My husband and I didn't bother to have a wedding (I insisted); we no longer celebrate holidays and birthdays since doing similar things each year gets old and boring. The only thing we do for birthdays and holidays is going out for dinner and binge watch shows together - the typical things that people find relaxing but nothing special for the occasion.
Since you went through lots of trauma when you grew up, is your inability to making long term commitments possibly a self-defense mechanism?
To answer your questions:
Yes, my husband mentally stimulates me. He also suffers from bouts of depression from time to time, but he's high functioning and not suicidal. His depression is rooted in childhood trauma - emotionally abused by a manipulative psychopathic mother who was also a CFO of a Fortune 500 company. He's intelligent, insightful, reads a lot of books, etc. We understand each other as we think similarly. We've been together for 12 years but never run out of stuff to talk about. He's also my best friend. We're equals in this relationship and appreciate the things we do for each other and for the family.
@woxihuanni
Yes, I think if I did not have a child, instead of caring for her, I'd be doing something else that I'd enjoy more. Even if just sitting there and doing absolutely nothing is better than dealing with her constant demands and noises. However, she's securely attached to me even though I struggle to bond with her because I try my best to fulfill my responsibility as a mother. She gets plenty of hugs and kisses from me. What I have to do goes before what I want or don't want to do.
I actually haven't come to the conclusion that life is meaningless. In fact, I'll never be able to reach a conclusion on this. Without answers to questions such as what's consciousness, how and why did the universe come to exist 13.8 billion yrs ago, how is subjective reality different from objective reality, what will reconcile the theories of general relativity and quantum mechanics, what's in the higher dimensions, are there parallel universes, reincarnation, afterlife, etc, I can't determine whether life has meaning or not. For instance,
I could be a brain in a jar with electrodes hooked on it. Solipsism is a scary concept. In a Nature article published in April 2019, the cellular function of 32 pig brains was partially restored four hrs after they were slaughtered. Given the short history of modern science, it's completely plausible that an advanced civilization can fully revive or even build a human brain. In this scenario, life would be meaningless.
Or maybe there really is nirvana or heaven. Suffering and doing good deeds in this life could wash away bad karma or sin so I could go to heaven after death. In this scenario, this life would be meaningful, and even suffering becomes a good thing.
Some people say, each individual human should FIND meaning in his/her life despite the objective reality. Well, that sounds a bit cheesy, like an ostrich sticking its head in the sand.
Too bad nobody will know these answers, at least not in my lifetime. In addition to realizing how fragile life can be and how nothing stays fixed, I've developed this "whatever" attitude toward life. No point of trying anything too hard; nothing has to happen; no need to think too far ahead. I'm just following the natural flow of things, like a leaf bobbing up and down, drifting with the current in a river.
My women friends don't really get me. They're either focused on fighting their way up the corporate ladder or lost in their own way. Plus, friendships among women tend to be tricky: A is B's best friend as long as A isn't as hot, A's husband isn't as successful, A's kid isn't as smart, etc; at the same time, A needs to be hot enough, husband successful enough and kid smart enough, etc to be worthy of B's friendship and respect. Most women are competitive and envious.
I put on a fake happy face in front of my parents, but not my husband. My husband knows about my feelings and thoughts pretty well. He even shares some of my perspectives. However, I don't constantly vent or bring them up. If by talking about something does not solve a problem, there's no need to constantly talk about it, because that's just annoying.
The single thing my parents want most in this world is my happiness and they'd do anything for me. Although my mom pushed me to have a child, I'm ultimately the one who made the decision to do so. The child did put some strain on our family relationships: between my husband and my mom, between me and my husband's parents, between me and my mom, between me and my husband. Nonetheless, our family relationships were strong and good to start with, everybody in the family is educated, courteous and rational, we all have our own residence so we're able to keep a comfortable physical distance from one another - no relationship has been damaged beyond repair.
My mom has realized she's made a mistake and she deeply regrets it. I've been trying to give her the impression that I'm slowly accepting the child into my life so she doesn't beat herself up about it. I've made mistakes that have given my parents headaches in the past. They always comforted me and told me it was ok. I should reciprocate in the same way.
I feel disconnected to my parents in the way that I have to put on a fake happy face in front of them. No matter how much pain and numbness I feel, they need to believe I'm having a blast. They'd support me as much as they can if they know about my true thoughts, but that'd sadden them. I want them to be happy and they can't be happy unless I'm happy. I feel disconnected to them also because they fit in the social norm so well that I'm not on the same plane with them.