Kudryavka
Nostalgia Junkie
Not sure if this is a "Feeler" problem and therefore irrelevant to the majority of people on this forum, but do you ever find it incredibly unjust and tragic that you were forced to exist?
Every once in awhile I get depressed about the fact that I was born against my will into a world full of suffering, for seemingly no reason other than the fact that my parents wanted the novelty of "a child" that shared their DNA. They didn't want me, and they couldn't have known what I would be like in order to want me; they just wanted a being to fill the role of "child" and I was what they got. They could have adopted a suffering orphan or something, but I guess biological imperative overruled what I tend to view as the more noble choice.
I was raised in a religious atmosphere which meant being challenged with the idea of "eternally existing" from a pretty young age. I wouldn't call myself an atheist currently, but I'm a skeptic in general (stems from the typical INFP worry) and have explored the idea of the cessation of existence too. I find that both the idea that I might exist forever, and the idea that I might cease to exist entirely, are absolutely terrifying to me. The notion that my (or anyone's) decisions in this life could cause me (or anyone) an eternity of suffering makes me wish that I was never born. Alternately, the idea that we've all been forced to exist and continue to want to keep existing per biological imperative of survival, and have all this time we bought by operating according to said biological imperative to sit and think about how one day we will go through the pain of ceasing to exist, also makes me wish I was never born in the first place.
Either way I look at it, I feel trapped, and often without anybody to turn to for comfort in the trap, since the first thing most people say tends to be something like "What an ungrateful/blasphemous thing to say; life is a gift!" or "You think too much; you should lighten up." Well... I would if I could...
It wouldn't be such a problem but I'm a girl, and around here all the girls around my age are popping out infants. I don't know how to explain to all the people who are inexplicably happy with their existence that bringing another sentient being into existence is not something I take lightly. I don't want to be the cause of more suffering. I've considered adoption, but I find that I don't want to be responsible for the shaping of an innocent child's views about truth when I myself am uncertain. I'm also not the most stable person in the world, emotionally, so I find that forcing myself on some unsuspecting child as their ultimate source of comfort seems like an act of cruelty.
I sometimes wonder if I wouldn't have this problem if I could have only been a male. I think I was decently even-tempered until 13 or so. I'm 22 now and I still suffer the teenage "mood swings", to the point where I wonder if I don't have some kind of mild form of bipolar disorder. But I think menstruation and the corresponding hormones are at least partially to blame for these thought patterns... a most bitter irony that the cycle which makes reproduction possible would make me too depressed to want to reproduce, yet simultaneously give me stupid sexual desires so that either choice invariably leads to torment.
I occasionally consider suicide, but only when the flood of negative emotions make it impossible to think rationally. All things considered, I think the wiser course of action is to keep fighting to survive. But in moods like this, I'm pretty bitter about the fact that I had to start fighting in the first place. It feels like a bad joke, especially since the majority of the population don't seem to think about these things and it's apparently only because I won the "IQ Lottery" that I have to suffer, and suffer doubly, because on top of all these thoughts I have to endure the normal, well-adjusted people who wouldn't (wouldn't want to?) understand them if I tried to explain them.
I'm not sure what to do; I think I want to stop having emotions so I can at least be at peace with the human state of affairs, but at the same time I'm afraid to stop having emotions because they are part of who I am. I know for certain that I'd like to stop having a sex drive, mostly so that I wouldn't be tricked into doing something that the better part of me finds very upsetting...
Does anyone else ever feel like this, or is this part of the INFP curse?
Every once in awhile I get depressed about the fact that I was born against my will into a world full of suffering, for seemingly no reason other than the fact that my parents wanted the novelty of "a child" that shared their DNA. They didn't want me, and they couldn't have known what I would be like in order to want me; they just wanted a being to fill the role of "child" and I was what they got. They could have adopted a suffering orphan or something, but I guess biological imperative overruled what I tend to view as the more noble choice.
I was raised in a religious atmosphere which meant being challenged with the idea of "eternally existing" from a pretty young age. I wouldn't call myself an atheist currently, but I'm a skeptic in general (stems from the typical INFP worry) and have explored the idea of the cessation of existence too. I find that both the idea that I might exist forever, and the idea that I might cease to exist entirely, are absolutely terrifying to me. The notion that my (or anyone's) decisions in this life could cause me (or anyone) an eternity of suffering makes me wish that I was never born. Alternately, the idea that we've all been forced to exist and continue to want to keep existing per biological imperative of survival, and have all this time we bought by operating according to said biological imperative to sit and think about how one day we will go through the pain of ceasing to exist, also makes me wish I was never born in the first place.
Either way I look at it, I feel trapped, and often without anybody to turn to for comfort in the trap, since the first thing most people say tends to be something like "What an ungrateful/blasphemous thing to say; life is a gift!" or "You think too much; you should lighten up." Well... I would if I could...
It wouldn't be such a problem but I'm a girl, and around here all the girls around my age are popping out infants. I don't know how to explain to all the people who are inexplicably happy with their existence that bringing another sentient being into existence is not something I take lightly. I don't want to be the cause of more suffering. I've considered adoption, but I find that I don't want to be responsible for the shaping of an innocent child's views about truth when I myself am uncertain. I'm also not the most stable person in the world, emotionally, so I find that forcing myself on some unsuspecting child as their ultimate source of comfort seems like an act of cruelty.
I sometimes wonder if I wouldn't have this problem if I could have only been a male. I think I was decently even-tempered until 13 or so. I'm 22 now and I still suffer the teenage "mood swings", to the point where I wonder if I don't have some kind of mild form of bipolar disorder. But I think menstruation and the corresponding hormones are at least partially to blame for these thought patterns... a most bitter irony that the cycle which makes reproduction possible would make me too depressed to want to reproduce, yet simultaneously give me stupid sexual desires so that either choice invariably leads to torment.
I occasionally consider suicide, but only when the flood of negative emotions make it impossible to think rationally. All things considered, I think the wiser course of action is to keep fighting to survive. But in moods like this, I'm pretty bitter about the fact that I had to start fighting in the first place. It feels like a bad joke, especially since the majority of the population don't seem to think about these things and it's apparently only because I won the "IQ Lottery" that I have to suffer, and suffer doubly, because on top of all these thoughts I have to endure the normal, well-adjusted people who wouldn't (wouldn't want to?) understand them if I tried to explain them.
I'm not sure what to do; I think I want to stop having emotions so I can at least be at peace with the human state of affairs, but at the same time I'm afraid to stop having emotions because they are part of who I am. I know for certain that I'd like to stop having a sex drive, mostly so that I wouldn't be tricked into doing something that the better part of me finds very upsetting...
Does anyone else ever feel like this, or is this part of the INFP curse?