The more I think about it, the more society seems so messed up. They all pretend to care about other people but they really don't. People ask so many things like, "Did you have fun?" or "How are you doing?" or a dozen other similar comments but they don't really want to know the answer when you are feeling down. It seems to me that they are just looking for validation of their own feelings. For example, today I went bowling with a large group of people in my fraternity(which I joined because I thought it would help me get out more) and when we finished people were asking what I thought of it. I was truthful, it was terrible. The musics was way to loud, the environment was too crazy and frankly I suck at bowling. But when I mentioned these things they didn't seem to know what to say, leaving the conversation to drop abruptly.
This isn't the only case of this, whenever people ask how I'm doing, I always have to say "fine" or "surviving" just because if I say I'm doing terrible and feel like I don't want to exist they won't care and it'll just make the conversation awkward. Now I do admit that there are people who care, I am lucky to have a few friends who I believe do, or at least pretend very well. The problem is my life is chucked full of so many problems I feel like I need to either have no support or more support than a friend who has their own problems can handle.
So I get back to the point, I am sitting here after this awful experience which caused me sensory overload and probably reinforced my weirdness among my peers. I am on the verge of losing myself to another bout of depression and can't think of anything besides the fact that people really don't care about anyone in this world.
A simple experiment is all that is needed, and I do it often without trying. All you have to do if go to a social or a get together with a decent amount of people, find a corner to sit down looking morose and wait. No one ever comes and says anything, no one cares about the lone person who might just need a little help to join the others. And when someone does come, they rarely stay for more than a minute nor do they help in anyway besides maybe asking if you are okay, which leads back to the beginning of them not truly caring.
The more I think about it, the more upset I get and the more pointless it all seems. I just don't know how to survive in this crazy world dominated by people who don't seem to care about the well being of others.
This isn't the only case of this, whenever people ask how I'm doing, I always have to say "fine" or "surviving" just because if I say I'm doing terrible and feel like I don't want to exist they won't care and it'll just make the conversation awkward. Now I do admit that there are people who care, I am lucky to have a few friends who I believe do, or at least pretend very well. The problem is my life is chucked full of so many problems I feel like I need to either have no support or more support than a friend who has their own problems can handle.
So I get back to the point, I am sitting here after this awful experience which caused me sensory overload and probably reinforced my weirdness among my peers. I am on the verge of losing myself to another bout of depression and can't think of anything besides the fact that people really don't care about anyone in this world.
A simple experiment is all that is needed, and I do it often without trying. All you have to do if go to a social or a get together with a decent amount of people, find a corner to sit down looking morose and wait. No one ever comes and says anything, no one cares about the lone person who might just need a little help to join the others. And when someone does come, they rarely stay for more than a minute nor do they help in anyway besides maybe asking if you are okay, which leads back to the beginning of them not truly caring.
The more I think about it, the more upset I get and the more pointless it all seems. I just don't know how to survive in this crazy world dominated by people who don't seem to care about the well being of others.