Needs a column for “makes you feel like you are Being John Malkoviching as you linger behind your own eyes and watch another version of yourself interact with the world while being confused about who is actually controlling your vessel”, and put Bupropion at a 12.
I have never been diagnosed with anything and never consumed any antidepressant or other psychopharmaceutical, but I get what you are describing like a lot, especially lately but since practically forever, at least since I was 12.
I practically often feel like the 2 taxi drivers in the Hudsucker Proxy (as I identify 2 internal voices) describing, in a detached way, whatever I do, including me typing on the keyboard right now (with one of them making fun of the fact that I still haven’t got the confidence to never look at the keys while typing).
Are we talking here about something that would hinder me functioning socially and professionally or does what I described count towards something I should take care of?
That shit is trippy as fuck to me, and not in a good way. More of a Twilight Zone sorta way.
I took Bupropion exactly once, and that day happened to coincide with the day of a first date. There was not a second date. I’d say something to her, but it wasn’t me, it was the “me” who was standing about three feet in front of me. I swear to Cotton Eyed Joe I could see the back of my own fucking head.
I didn’t get it nearly that acutely, but I made several stereotypical “crazy person sketches” of my view through my glasses with all the visible objects being written words instead of objects, trying to convey how lifeless and disconnected I felt from my own sensory input
a few years later I learned that’s called “dissociation” and it’s not supposed to happen 🫠
Needs a column for “makes you feel like you are Being John Malkoviching as you linger behind your own eyes and watch another version of yourself interact with the world while being confused about who is actually controlling your vessel”, and put Bupropion at a 12.
I have never been diagnosed with anything and never consumed any antidepressant or other psychopharmaceutical, but I get what you are describing like a lot, especially lately but since practically forever, at least since I was 12.
I practically often feel like the 2 taxi drivers in the Hudsucker Proxy (as I identify 2 internal voices) describing, in a detached way, whatever I do, including me typing on the keyboard right now (with one of them making fun of the fact that I still haven’t got the confidence to never look at the keys while typing).
Are we talking here about something that would hinder me functioning socially and professionally or does what I described count towards something I should take care of?
Yeah, that would be something to see a professional about, I think.
That… explains a lot about a few months of my life
That shit is trippy as fuck to me, and not in a good way. More of a Twilight Zone sorta way.
I took Bupropion exactly once, and that day happened to coincide with the day of a first date. There was not a second date. I’d say something to her, but it wasn’t me, it was the “me” who was standing about three feet in front of me. I swear to Cotton Eyed Joe I could see the back of my own fucking head.
I didn’t get it nearly that acutely, but I made several stereotypical “crazy person sketches” of my view through my glasses with all the visible objects being written words instead of objects, trying to convey how lifeless and disconnected I felt from my own sensory input
a few years later I learned that’s called “dissociation” and it’s not supposed to happen 🫠