It’s interesting because that happened to me before, in High School, when I branched out from mostly having friends I went to school with, or who my parents wanted me to be friends with, to people from all sorts of backgrounds and walks of life…
I still fucked it up, and they’re all long gone out of my life, now, but if my “bubble” had remained as exclusive as, say, my parents wanted it to be in school, or as I saw in far too many of those college kids, I guess… I probably wouldn’t have even made it this far.
The “bubble” is ok, as you say, until the realities no longer meet (whether that be marks, or being ostracized from “the group”, or financial trouble, or just realizing something is “off”)…
I don’t know, in the end. But I do know that “being stuck in that bubble”, and not really feeling that you belong, has consequences.
At least I’ve learned to let go of some of the paranoia, though. Today I was exposed to just how paranoid and petty my parents are, having not seen that for a while. It’s no wonder I ended up so anxious, ha.
I think the best answer to that is seek the bubbles you want. There's an amazing ttrpg shop 30 minutes from me, and every Saturday people from all walks of life come and play. They have Pokemon cards to old grognards arguing the value of a calvary charge. The rest of the world disappears, and they are happy. Conventions are designed to be bubbles, and you can see the edge of it. On one street people are dressed up, and on the other people are going to work. I actually chose places outside of the bubble to get some rest for my mind.
See what makes you happy, and go to those bubbles. Take breaks as needed.
I think they just went along with it and you didn't. You started to recognize the bubble but couldn't get the realities to meet.
Yeah, I guess that’s at least part of it…
It’s interesting because that happened to me before, in High School, when I branched out from mostly having friends I went to school with, or who my parents wanted me to be friends with, to people from all sorts of backgrounds and walks of life…
I still fucked it up, and they’re all long gone out of my life, now, but if my “bubble” had remained as exclusive as, say, my parents wanted it to be in school, or as I saw in far too many of those college kids, I guess… I probably wouldn’t have even made it this far.
The “bubble” is ok, as you say, until the realities no longer meet (whether that be marks, or being ostracized from “the group”, or financial trouble, or just realizing something is “off”)…
I don’t know, in the end. But I do know that “being stuck in that bubble”, and not really feeling that you belong, has consequences.
At least I’ve learned to let go of some of the paranoia, though. Today I was exposed to just how paranoid and petty my parents are, having not seen that for a while. It’s no wonder I ended up so anxious, ha.
But at least I got out of the bubble, I guess. :)
I think the best answer to that is seek the bubbles you want. There's an amazing ttrpg shop 30 minutes from me, and every Saturday people from all walks of life come and play. They have Pokemon cards to old grognards arguing the value of a calvary charge. The rest of the world disappears, and they are happy. Conventions are designed to be bubbles, and you can see the edge of it. On one street people are dressed up, and on the other people are going to work. I actually chose places outside of the bubble to get some rest for my mind.
See what makes you happy, and go to those bubbles. Take breaks as needed.