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2/3/2014 12:53:06 AM
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Are you ever surprised that you are real?
I don't really know how to explain it, but I'll try anyway. Sometimes when I'm walking to class (or something) I'll suddenly feel like I'm almost out of the world. Like I realize that I'm looking through my eyes and that I'm a person and that I have skin and shit. It is just like a sudden feeling of 'woah... i'm real. i'm living right now." and stuff. It makes everything feel weird for a few moments until I stop thinking about it.
It sounds like I'm high or something but I'm completely serious. I just can't explain it well. Anyone know what I'm talking about? Or am I just crazy?
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I sometimes wonder if the ones around are real. Like, how would I ever know if I'm the only being I can consciously think and function inside of.
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4 RepliesEdited by Ad Hoc: 2/3/2014 7:19:43 AMAs someone who has a moderate Dissociative disorder, yes, I have experienced it. Usually it only lasts for a minute or so, but I've had it last 3 weeks straight. That was terrifying. If you're interested in the feeling, the philosopher Albert Camus has quite a bit to say about it. He called it [url=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Absurdism]The Absurd.[/url] Pulled this out of my copy of [i]The Myth of Sisyphus[/i]: [quote]A step lower and strangeness creeps in: perceiving the world is "dense," sensing to what a degree a stone is foreign and irreducible to us, with what intensity nature or a landscape can negate us. At the heart of all beauty lies something inhuman, and these hills, the softness of the sky, the outline of these trees at this very minute lose the illusory meaning with which we had clothed them, henceforth more remote than a lost paradise. The primitive hostility of the world rises up to face us across millenia. For a second we cease to understand it because for centuries we have understood in it solely the images and designs that we had attributed to it beforehand, because henceforth we lack the power to make use of that artifice. The world evades us because it becomes itself again. That stage scenery masked by habit becomes again what it is. It withdraws at a distance from us. Just as there are days when under the familiar face of a woman, we see as a stranger her we had loved months or years ago, perhaps we shall come to desire what suddenly leaves us so alone. But the time has not yet come. Just one thing: that denseness and that strangeness of the world is the Absurd. Men too, secrete the inhuman. At certain moments of lucidity, the mechanical aspect of their gestures, their meaningless pantomime makes silly everything that surrounds them. A man is talking on a telephone behind a glass partition; you cannot hear him, but you see his incomprehensible dumb show: you wonder why he is alive. This discomfort in the face of man's own inhumanity, this incalculable tumble before the image of what we, this "nausea,' as a writer of today calls it, is also the Absurd. Likewise the stranger who at certain seconds comes to meet us in a mirror, the familiar and yet alarming brother we encounter in our own photographs is also the Absurd. [/quote]
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No money no family 16 in the middle of Miami
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Edited by SkilPhil: 2/4/2014 2:41:23 PMI remember watching 'Being John Malkovich', its about a guy that finds some magic portal into John Malkovich's head, they see everything he does from his perspective but they cant control him, its almost like a ride - most of its filmed in first person. After watching the film I was walking about the kitchen for the next 10 minutes as if I wasnt in my body, I was just watching a pair of random hands performing some tasks, I was making a sandwhich or something but felt like I had no control of it, like I was just watching someone else make a sandwhich from their first person perspective, not mine - it was really -blam!-ing weird - never watch that film stoned.
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Edited by Cultmeister: 2/4/2014 2:19:05 PM[b]Kenshō[/b] [quote]G. Victor Sogen Hori (2000): "The term consists of two characters: ken, which means "see" or "seeing", and sho, which means "nature", "character", "quality." To "see one's nature" is the usual translation for kensho"[/quote] [quote]The term kenshō refers to the realization of nonduality of subject and object in general,[23] but the term kenshō may also be applied in other contexts:[24] "How do you kenshō this?"[23] Kenshō is not a single experience, but refers to a whole series of realizations [b]from a beginner's shallow glimpse of the nature of mind[/b], up to a vision of emptiness equivalent to the 'Path of Seeing' or to Buddhahood itself. In all of these, the same 'thing' is known, but in different degrees of clarity and profundity[/quote]
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1 ReplyEdited by Ttasmmv: 2/4/2014 2:01:33 PMAbsolutely. Not so much that I'm real, but rather, that everything I see around me exists. It brings up such tantalizing questions as [I]How did we get here?[/I], [I]Who made us?[/I], etc.
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Ok now this is getting a lil bit silly.
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I've thought that on several occasions. One time it actually freaked me out. I felt a separation between who I am in my self-consciousness, and who I am as a person perceived by others. I honestly felt like two different people at the same time. It was weird as hell.
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I feel like that everday. I'm 21 next month maybe drinking will make it go away?
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As a kid I felt like I was the only one who was really conscious. I imagined other people to be hollows acting appropriate to different situations like I would do and simulating feelings like pain, sadness and anger - so whenever I saw people crying or having pain I began to laugh even when it was a sickening scenario. In general this thinking made me feel happy and superior. Of course today I don't have that mindset anymore but I only get affected by the emotions of people I can emphasise with. Seeing someone crying over TV doesn't get me affected and I'm pretty fine with gore. I don't get bothered by murder on news either so people may think I am strange, when they see this side of me the first time.
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Edited by Atticus: 2/4/2014 11:12:20 AMSometimes before I sleep I feel like my bed. Feels good to be feeling the pressure of another human body on myself even if it's me myself. #feelingthefeel
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I've had those moments before. Feels kinda good actually.
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Your making me think too much right before I go to bed... Now all I have is time to think before I sleep. I've already failed to understand what it would be like if nothing had ever existed and I'm now considering the idea of a god. Ya done -blam!-ed up my dreams, bro.
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I'm pretty most people have this feeling from time to time.
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Edited by Bolt: 2/3/2014 8:08:17 AMYou guys are stopping too short. Next time it happens, probe deeper. Start asking yourself how you know you exist, start wondering about the nature of your awareness. Try to feel the limits of your mind, concentrate on how much sensory input you forget every single second, think about what percentage of your experience you've lost. Where do "you" go when you've forgotten 95% of what happened on a given day last week? What about the years of information you've forgotten? How about the fact that your thoughts can only flow sequentially through time, but time itself may just be a creation of our own limited methods of perception? Realize how much your senses lie to you by giving a sense of continuity to your life, when your brain itself has already thrown away a good deal of that record. How do you know the universe didn't exist until this second, and your memories were just waiting in this brain that formed? If you do this in the right way at the right time, I promise it will hurt. The mind just wasn't meant to comprehend how alone it really is.
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It happens to me a lot so I've taken to calling it Eagle Sense in reference to Assassin's Creed.
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I kind of get something similar that happens to me. Like at all other times, you're just going through the motions of life and then at one random moment you'll just become aware of everything that's going on. It's kind of hard to explain and it might not have anything to do with what you're talking about but it happens to me.
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Edited by Progo: 2/4/2014 3:22:03 AMI get it about every week or so, I think it's because my brain is forming new connections thanks to all my college studying lol. But I feel happy whenever I get it :)
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2 RepliesYES. It's really fucking weird. Sometimes I'll just think to myself: "My name is Ashton", and I find it really weird that I'm a person with a name in the same sense that my best mate is a person with a name.
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Nothing to really be surprised about, to be honest.
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Yeah, it happens. I don't believe you're crazy for thinking like this.
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1 ReplyHow can I be real if my eyes aren't real?
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1 ReplyAlso, I don't think I've ever had a better time to post this video.
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It would be easier if I weren't real.
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Edited by Mem0ryEat3r: 2/3/2014 7:42:49 AMIm very confused I exist at times and other times surprised. Its weird to think about. In a way, sometimes I look at my fiancé and wonder why I am where I am. Sure, I love her more than anything. But what boon is born of this love. Offspring? Certainly, one would think of children as a gift, but I am merely providing more people to fill this overcrowded world already. I feel silly when I think of working to provide and to raise a family. Its a routine all too common and I feel trapped in a circle that everyone eventually submits to, even if they resist. But even if I resist, I eventually will perish. So what then. Is left? Simply to live. Or die. It matters not. As surprising as it is to find yourself existing, I feel we do not even understand what it truly means to live and therefore we will never learn if existing is to be cherished or scorned.
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To vary degrees. I remain surprised that I exist.
