Nolff
An attractive male of unspecified gender.
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This is more of a rambling but, feel free to have a read.
I haven't been in touch with the forum for quite a long time because I'm currently studying at a boarding school. And because of it, I find more and more things that not only help developing my personality, character and attitude, they also help my writing skill. At first, I think "Oh yeah, I am progressing life."
I found cool things in the place, made lots of new friends, learned a lot of quirky but great stuff to bring up on controversial debates, and most importantly, I pray a lot to who I am praising. But...
Haha. Addiction is a bitch.
I have been in front of computers too much times, been in places that serves good computers for gaming purposes and offers convenience, that makes me feel like... One if not the only places I feel full comfort is these kinds of places.
It is where I can express myself and expose myself, telling my sins, all my lies, all the faults I did and not admitting, I pour them all negative feelings there.
And, often, I would daze at the sky or a thing in my view, lost in thoughts. I brought myself back to all the wrongdoings I did, those that I keep secret. I thought I'm a bad liar, because I got caught too many times trying to get into classes undetected when I'm late. Apparently? I was not a bad liar. Simple, chitty-bitty things that are not important, I fumbled a lot trying to cover them. But when it comes to more serious stuff, I somehow managed to get away fooling people with my words, convincing them that I have not just done a bad thing at that moment, nor have I done it moments ago or yesterday. And it made me distressed.
'Can they see my true feelings? Can they detect my real struggle?'
I have a lot of things I want to talk about to people, share them, informing them to others. Yet, they don't show interest, not a slight bit. I'm okay with it since most of my countrymen's knowledge of the world isn't as much as mine. My uphold motive is to make others happy. And, that conflicted with the 'me' who wants to be heard as I share the things that I like to the details. I want to talk with people while giving them long monologues of myself talking about the things that I love. Every time I did that, the conversation always seems to go on a halt, or heading to a halt. It's that feeling when you know the conversation is slowly coming to an end because of a few factors from the opposite party you're talking to. I experienced that, a lot. They'd either be quiet and nod understandingly, faking, or saying yes, faking, or give a word about the stuff I loved, commenting or criticizing.
They don't wanna hurt me, so they just do that. I like honest answers more, though. Even if it hurts, if it's civil and delivered kindly, I'll take said answers.
But... Yeah. They did what I said just now. Giving smiles or nods or words that signals "Yes, I acknowledge you." And stopped talking about the topics afterwards. I'll let that slide, even if that happens a lot. But, when it's them who're talking about their beloved stuff, I'll try to cooperate as long as I could with them, trying to flow the conversation. What happens next? Either two things: They'd talk about it for a long time till they ran out of words to say or me stopping them from blabbering too much using an excuse. Do you see what happens here? This... Phenomenon scars my heart.
One of my friend boasted about intellectuality, about higher-echelon use of words with deep meanings, symbolics, yet he himself only knows a little more about it than my country people who has the intelligence and knowledge of a normal, informed citizens of the western countries. And at times, he tried to talk about hard subjects and debated about it while also looping around it, and then informing me that he had only looped around the debated subjects and I was answering it myself or letting myself be looked like a fool in their eyes. Felt like he wants to show that he is on the same level as me or even more than me when it comes to the debated subjects. Sure, as if I never knew where those debates were going to and what motives is hidden behind it. I felt insulted there. Most of the times, I'd just say "Sure" and calm down, but other times I'd passively disagree and try to prove my point of view. He always win, alongside a friend of his who also acts and thinks like him. Won, because of the subjects that became the topics of the debates; A field of study or information that proves I am not studying hard enough in the school. I think it gave them some kind of confidence when talking to me, which they then show to me with words, telling them that "Yes, you are smart. But also dumb." I knew that feeling. I've been like that before, towards some people. I took those as jokes, their provocational words. But, lately, their attitude subtlely changed. Bit by bit, they treat me like I know less about what they know. Every time they did that, I can sense their ego being fed. How'd I know? I've been on their position, long before I came to the school.
Fucking hell. And they get to share their likings to everyone in-depth in the class because what everyone loves in this place are almost guaranteed to be quite the same thing they love. Me? I don't admit I'm smart, but they said that I am smart, using the countrymen's intelligence as the standard for that. I know lots of things that the others don't know, apparently. And that singles me out. How surprising.
Oh right. Whenever I said a word or two that I intended to say to fish out weighing talks, but... That happened once or twice a year. I accepted that, wholeheartedly, bleeding. I think unlike how the others think, and that puts me in a picture where I am the smart but weird and problematic kid. Is my depiction just that? Am I just too selfish to ask to be understood? I always feel lonely and weirded out, undeserved of life. And every time I put baits to get them to know how I'm currently feeling, they... Aren't supportive. Do they not get it? Or was the bait too vague to understand?
I wanted someone to understand what my emotion is that is buried deep within my heart, hidden behind my always-caring-and-smiling face. I guess I hoped too much. Heart's deeper than the ocean, after all. And broader than space. I really hoped too much.
I'm done writing this. I'm a mess. Tried to accept it, but can't. I need to be what my parents wanted me. Gotta get past these emotions and moments.
I haven't been in touch with the forum for quite a long time because I'm currently studying at a boarding school. And because of it, I find more and more things that not only help developing my personality, character and attitude, they also help my writing skill. At first, I think "Oh yeah, I am progressing life."
I found cool things in the place, made lots of new friends, learned a lot of quirky but great stuff to bring up on controversial debates, and most importantly, I pray a lot to who I am praising. But...
Haha. Addiction is a bitch.
I have been in front of computers too much times, been in places that serves good computers for gaming purposes and offers convenience, that makes me feel like... One if not the only places I feel full comfort is these kinds of places.
It is where I can express myself and expose myself, telling my sins, all my lies, all the faults I did and not admitting, I pour them all negative feelings there.
And, often, I would daze at the sky or a thing in my view, lost in thoughts. I brought myself back to all the wrongdoings I did, those that I keep secret. I thought I'm a bad liar, because I got caught too many times trying to get into classes undetected when I'm late. Apparently? I was not a bad liar. Simple, chitty-bitty things that are not important, I fumbled a lot trying to cover them. But when it comes to more serious stuff, I somehow managed to get away fooling people with my words, convincing them that I have not just done a bad thing at that moment, nor have I done it moments ago or yesterday. And it made me distressed.
'Can they see my true feelings? Can they detect my real struggle?'
I have a lot of things I want to talk about to people, share them, informing them to others. Yet, they don't show interest, not a slight bit. I'm okay with it since most of my countrymen's knowledge of the world isn't as much as mine. My uphold motive is to make others happy. And, that conflicted with the 'me' who wants to be heard as I share the things that I like to the details. I want to talk with people while giving them long monologues of myself talking about the things that I love. Every time I did that, the conversation always seems to go on a halt, or heading to a halt. It's that feeling when you know the conversation is slowly coming to an end because of a few factors from the opposite party you're talking to. I experienced that, a lot. They'd either be quiet and nod understandingly, faking, or saying yes, faking, or give a word about the stuff I loved, commenting or criticizing.
They don't wanna hurt me, so they just do that. I like honest answers more, though. Even if it hurts, if it's civil and delivered kindly, I'll take said answers.
But... Yeah. They did what I said just now. Giving smiles or nods or words that signals "Yes, I acknowledge you." And stopped talking about the topics afterwards. I'll let that slide, even if that happens a lot. But, when it's them who're talking about their beloved stuff, I'll try to cooperate as long as I could with them, trying to flow the conversation. What happens next? Either two things: They'd talk about it for a long time till they ran out of words to say or me stopping them from blabbering too much using an excuse. Do you see what happens here? This... Phenomenon scars my heart.
One of my friend boasted about intellectuality, about higher-echelon use of words with deep meanings, symbolics, yet he himself only knows a little more about it than my country people who has the intelligence and knowledge of a normal, informed citizens of the western countries. And at times, he tried to talk about hard subjects and debated about it while also looping around it, and then informing me that he had only looped around the debated subjects and I was answering it myself or letting myself be looked like a fool in their eyes. Felt like he wants to show that he is on the same level as me or even more than me when it comes to the debated subjects. Sure, as if I never knew where those debates were going to and what motives is hidden behind it. I felt insulted there. Most of the times, I'd just say "Sure" and calm down, but other times I'd passively disagree and try to prove my point of view. He always win, alongside a friend of his who also acts and thinks like him. Won, because of the subjects that became the topics of the debates; A field of study or information that proves I am not studying hard enough in the school. I think it gave them some kind of confidence when talking to me, which they then show to me with words, telling them that "Yes, you are smart. But also dumb." I knew that feeling. I've been like that before, towards some people. I took those as jokes, their provocational words. But, lately, their attitude subtlely changed. Bit by bit, they treat me like I know less about what they know. Every time they did that, I can sense their ego being fed. How'd I know? I've been on their position, long before I came to the school.
Fucking hell. And they get to share their likings to everyone in-depth in the class because what everyone loves in this place are almost guaranteed to be quite the same thing they love. Me? I don't admit I'm smart, but they said that I am smart, using the countrymen's intelligence as the standard for that. I know lots of things that the others don't know, apparently. And that singles me out. How surprising.
Oh right. Whenever I said a word or two that I intended to say to fish out weighing talks, but... That happened once or twice a year. I accepted that, wholeheartedly, bleeding. I think unlike how the others think, and that puts me in a picture where I am the smart but weird and problematic kid. Is my depiction just that? Am I just too selfish to ask to be understood? I always feel lonely and weirded out, undeserved of life. And every time I put baits to get them to know how I'm currently feeling, they... Aren't supportive. Do they not get it? Or was the bait too vague to understand?
I wanted someone to understand what my emotion is that is buried deep within my heart, hidden behind my always-caring-and-smiling face. I guess I hoped too much. Heart's deeper than the ocean, after all. And broader than space. I really hoped too much.
I'm done writing this. I'm a mess. Tried to accept it, but can't. I need to be what my parents wanted me. Gotta get past these emotions and moments.