I've traveled to a surprising number of places when I'd had little inclination to travel before, and otherwise have been trying to work on myself for trying to feel more fulfilled.Sounds familiar. When I was younger, I got tired of myself and of Europe and haven't been back in ~5+ years. How is that going?
It was in Japan that I began questioning how much that my current path wasn't working (a Capricornian model of success essentially). I had some times in temples that had silence, true silence, and it left some weird impression on me that expressed that I needed to find peace. The Edgecomm drama was going on during this time as well, and that was helpful for me splitting myself a little more from caring so much about "Internet Life" and focusing more selfishly on myself.
If I'm to sit here spouting how people need to care more about themselves, then I ought to be doing the same thing, and that caring means finding the little things that can help me be myself that much more instead of some fearful collateral damage case. I find myself sucked into other people's lives and dramatics, and I've loved letting that happen to collect stories, but I've realized that it's way too easy for me to lose track of myself when I am focusing on other people like that and that I can outright ignore my losing myself if I don't pay attention to it.
The Japanese people's sensitivities to stimulus felt very familiar to me, and it was nice to see a place that tried to cater to that sort of need. It's not like it is here in the US where everything has a very low pitched hum to it that, now that I've heard places without it, is almost impossible to ignore now. I've seen that one's personal comforts can be exteriorly sculpted, and personal comfort was always a strong life goal for me in spite of how often I've tried to put that notion away for "future me" to try to enjoy. If I am to find comfort, true comfort, then I must cultivate it for myself down to the inch so that I can be truly cleansed of the poisonous bile we call "stress". As traveling has now shown me, if I can reshape my environment into the things I enjoy, then I'm liable to find more peace. With less stress in my life, it's easier to allow myself the room to let go and just feel things in the moment.
I mean you knew about the disorder already, right?It's just going to get more difficult with time. I'm trying to enjoy what I can while I can, as there's no real telling what to expect as time goes on. I'm trying something closer to "Living in the Moment" now, which seems easier to do now than when I was younger.I've been off SC a lot, and I don't spend that much time here these days, so I'm not really very well-informed.So what's up? I'd like to know.
I get government aid because my head doesn't work quite right, I guess. It was sad how it took no work for those people to give me the "Wow he needs help" eyes, and now I get a few hundred a month just to continue existing. I feel like I'm supposed to be some kind of bullshit "contributor to society", but that feeling I don't logically agree with and am otherwise trying to shake off for my own peace of mind.
It's hard to recognize my own non-importance, even if that's a part of my path to growth and a heavy portion of my philosophy. There's no real reason for me to feel like that beyond conditioned urges, so I might as well continue working on trying to learn to relax more.
It's more than just there, I've been to Thailand, Vietnam, Myanmar, Costa Rica, Laos, Cambodia
Why Asia specifically? I've been to many of these places for short touristy visits when I had a bit of time off.
I didn't pick the places to go, I'm just a very lucky tag along who's had much to learn from leaving my house.
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I visited Pnom Penh, Seam Reap, and Koh Rong. You ever hear about S-21 and The Killing Fields? It's fucking poetry.
For S-21 it's a hell of a journey to hear about Comrad Duch (Kang Kek Lew), a former professor turned prisoner turned child abuse crafter for building a child soldier army for the Khmer Rouge that really got off to religious and philosophical zeal to the point of madness (He's still alive nowadays, and claims to be a Christian!). Walking around in his former prison, you can see art from the prisoners, you can smell the wooden cells that still smelled of the prisoner's blood, you could read journalistic accounts from many involved (including that of a defiant prisoner Duch got a love-hate crush on), and the place was just very very dark accounts of history that I'd recommend for anyone to see.
The Killing Fields had stories about children's heads being bashed into trees, their group killing all the doctors and smart people to become "more pure" again (hahaha), a building who's walls filled floor to ceiling with skulls, and the audio tour for the place was just...
Crow had to close my jaw a few times from the awe I got out of the stories. They'd even do things like play their music super loudly to drown out the screams, making sure their neighbors could not hear the death and suffering. It's art, it's pure, uncensored art about "terrible" things, and I found myself in such a state of awe over the narration of the place.
Seam Reap was pretty tourist trappish, but it did have some awesome temples at a section of it called Angkor Wat, and a show with tons of very clearly expressed propaganda called Smile of Angkor, which featured tons of lasers and "happy messages" about their culture that... left a funny taste in my mouth (both haha and gross funny tastes). It was a great show for it's talent, but it was also super, fucking, weird. We were even warned to take the national anthem seriously if we don't want to be arrested and shit.
Koh Rong was a fun island with tons of domesticated-yet-wild dogs that knew the begging game down to a science. Some shops sold weed cookies, so me, Crow, and Syst ate some of those and waded around in the water for a bit. At night we'd get some strong drinks, sit in outside chairs, and watch people try to walk in very deeply sinking sand while sluggish from their nights of partying. We also found an absolutely hilarious bar outside of the stretch that played terrible rap music we couldn't stop laughing at.
It was also a great chance to people watch other culture's tourists (especially The Chinese dear god I was not as racist before traveling, but they make awful travelers as groups). Only real thing I'd say to come more prepared for other than some very rude tourists is their bed bug situations.