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>>7790
>I want OP to elaborate more on how exacly he made the transition from being a hikikomori of 6-7 years, to going to an art school.
People (family) tells me to "go out and meet other people".
For as much as I don't want to, sooner or later I will be forced to. The problem is that I don't have any links, since I don't go to the school/clubs/work etc. I have a old school friend, who I saw last at january/february 2011 when he invited me to go with his new friends to a pub. I thought that I can't keep living like this forever. When I saw the ad in the mailbox, I thought this could have been a chance.
So I just did it, in the way others tells me to "just do it without thinking too much".
I am against this way of thinking and usually wouldn't do anything without much planning and thinking of the consequences (ending up in doing nothing).
At that time I was genuinely interested in a music course. Actually I like to do a lot of things but instead I end up wasting my time.
I'll be honest and say that I just wanted to do the free trial. At that time I didn't think of what would have happened next and how I would have found an excuse for such a greedy behavior.
Of course I knew the price of the courses would have been very high, and even if I could afford it, I don't want to spend the few money I have.
I sent an e-mail explaining my interest and I got an appointment for later that day.
When I was there I found an interesting person, I was excited about being there, talking with someone, in the same way I felt when I used to see the psychologist.
We talked about my interests, but not only that. We also chatted about various things.
We didn't speak about prices until the end. I kept a straight face and didn't do any comment.
During all of this I tried to be as normal as I could, of course I didn't mention any weird stuff, yet he later said that this first meeting we had was a very special moment.
Likewise, I think that I have been pulled into this story, this may be because I don't care about myself, I sometimes follow other's directions mindlessly, to not cause any displeasure.
The most common thought I had in that period was "What am I doing here?".
Sorry if I didn't answer your question. I don't know why I did that and if I could go back in time I would never do it.
>What did OP's mother say about all of this? How did she respond when OP suddenly said he wanted to go to an art school suddenly after 6-7 years of hikikomori?
I think my mother was excited, we don't talk much, sometimes we eat dinner together but most of the time she takes the dinner to me and I consume it in front of the pc.
I'm not sure about this but I believe that she just thinks of me that I am a bit shy and nothing more.
Before I quit going to the school I was so desperate that I looked for her help, I asked her "what should I do?". Which was nearly as hard as calling the instructor and telling him that I wouldn't go any more. Of course my mother didn't understand and she just told me to do what I felt was right.
As for telling her that I wanted to go at that school I just showed her the paper and told her that I wanted to see what that was about and maybe do the free trial.
When I had to go there and work I was not clear and gave confused answers as I didn't want her to know that. Not even now I'm sure whether she knows that I worked there for that one week.
She ever asked me precise questions, and when she asked "how was it?" I replied "it was okay". This would have been our most complex conversation.
>In fact, I have a number of job advertisments saved on my computer that I have looked at, fantasized about doing, but then been too scared to do anything about. Unable to think of how to make the transition.
In the past I have also looked at various job advertisments and found some interesting but I knew that I would never call or do any moves to make that happen.
>>7786
I do like to do a great number of things, or maybe it's that I don't dislike anything that comes up, but I lose interest quickly.
I have the knowledge, the tools and the skill to do a lot of cool stuff and I know it, but when I actually start doing them I get tired, that may be because I don't have a goal or expectations.
I tried to have various blogs or to make posts in places where I would spread some of my knowledge but I was really scared of others reading what I wrote and this caused me to delete some of them, then I thought that no one would be interested to read anything written by me and this caused the deletion of the others, or rather caused them to never be born. I don't know if this makes sense.
I feel very bad when reading a message I wrote. Like, I have to move away my eyes from the text and I become agitated. However this doesn't happen when I'm writing in English, as I was able to write all this.
When I think about my memories after a week or so it's like those happened to someone else. I have some very shameful memories that I can't think about or I become all nervous, but some events happened fairly recently which are even worse to those memories but I don't feel particularly touched by them.
I like to play games competitively and have always tried to be the best if I'm playing with people I know. Usually I can do it and I win. More often than not I read guides and read users discussions etc, but I don't write any or partecipate in such discussions. Winning may be the only time I have a very good feeling. Of course all of this refers to computer games.
Listening to music is very important to me. Sometimes I go on a research to find new artists and genres to listen. I'm always listening to music whenever I don't need to hear people talk, wherever I am.
I feel good if I do a post somewhere and someone else reads it and considers it, just even saying that he read it or a "thank you". Meanwhile I don't feel like quoting others without having much to say... for example >>7764 I was happy to read this but between writing this and not writing anything it is easier to ignore it.
Most of the time I either do things in the most perfect way I find or don't do them.
sorry for the wall
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