I'm too paranoid to use proxy servers. I mean, I don't know the people who offer them! They could do anything with my data!
Ahem...
And just to share some comraderie: I have my fair share of social phobias and oddities as well, though luckily the bipolarness passed me by (I think?). As for lobotomies curing madness... I think they invented guillotines first and those are more effective (though I didn't wiki it, so who knows, maybe the Greeks cut open each other's heads too, but I doubt it, looking at the weirdass way they practiced "medicine"... not that lobotomies aren't "weirdass medicine", of course)
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Anyway, I think something I was trying to say pretty much went under in all my rambling. I think that the way I don't understand my own language and the way in which I don't understand Japanese are quite literally the same thing. I didn't pick apart these details just to start some discussion that would end up in two different definitions of the term "understand" where one definition would be the way we don't understand our native language and the other would be the way we understand don't understand a foreign language.
I have conflicting thoughts on the "feeling of understanding" that we have of language and what it actually "is". (Nooo, not Heidegger! I still haven't read that, keep it away! Keep it away!)
My two hypotheses (though I probably have more, maybe? I'm making this up as I go along here):
1: All of language is nothing but rote learning and repeating what one heard. There is no creativity in language. Everything one says or writes is merely a combination of what came before, what one heard in certain situations and the context one happened upon them. There is no actual meaning anywhere, it's all mechanics, doing what we do because it works, imitation.
2: Language is the building block of consciousness and the reason why we don't remember our earliest years is because we haven't yet learned to think. The meaning of language is created by building uncountable amounts of neural pathways and is connected to everything we've ever seen or done, or heard. The more one learns, the more these meanings are solidified, the stronger and deeper they become, the more varied and complex they will be. Language therefore is infinitely creative and infinite meaning can be found in it.
- Now, you see, that's how I approach pretty much all the things that I think about (though not explicitly, that would be dumb). Whenever I try to figure something out, I end up with two completely opposite seeming trains of thought like these. And as always, they're both mutually exclusive and don't hold up to reality in the end. (1: How could language ever actually appear in the first place if nobody created it? 2: This is dumb. A rock is a rock and if I hit you with it you die and no amount of language is going to change that reality - the true meaning)
Now I have two options: I can go bipolar (hey, yay, I'm relevant, look at me!) and sort of swing back between these two. One day I'll believe everything has been done before, nothing I say has any meaning and what's the point anyway? - The other I'll be filled with - what, an inner fire? Please excuse the cheesiness of expression - and create meaning wherever I go and everything is awesome.
The other option is to do what I do, and it might be even more psychotic than being bipolar - I simply believe both of these things at the same time. I know it's a paradox, but then, it's not any more stupid than light being both a wave and a particle at the same time. The universe was created (*and* spontaneously came into existence

in a way that doesn't make sense, so why should I?
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I think everyone but uisukii probably stopped reading this by now because I'm sure I stopped making sense quite a long while ago.
Anyway, enough with this... mmmh...
- Oh, one more thing: there might be a lot of porn on the internet, but: "This is my porn. There are many like it, but this one is mine."