Well, hello dear visitor!
Here you have come across a profile of a serious lateral thinker haha!
But well, first a little information about myself as such (which could make potential conversations easier ;) :
I am an IT professional with heart and soul in this area, both privately and job-related.
I am always interested in the latest innovations and changes in the educational world.
Standstill is dead
Furthermore, I am personally very interested in;
-Listening to music but especially the compilation of different music tracks on top of each other (I'm actually a hobby DJ but the project is currently paused)
-I enjoy visiting and discovering ruins and ancient cultural sites.
-You can also see me at most local music events (when I have time ;P)
-Cosplaying
-Read/write poems (very few people know this because I publish very little among contacts or similar)
-I like playing PC games, but mostly at higher levels of difficulty (I like the challenge :D)
-Drawing (but not painting)
Careful: Basically, I find myself a difficult conversation partner.
When I stop writing or something similar, it's never meant in a bad or negative way, but rather I've usually lost focus on something or am taking a break from social media.
I'm not a fan of ghosting, so when I have a problem with someone I usually address it directly and consistently.
Here you have come across a profile of a serious lateral thinker haha!
But well, first a little information about myself as such (which could make potential conversations easier ;) :
I am an IT professional with heart and soul in this area, both privately and job-related.
I am always interested in the latest innovations and changes in the educational world.
Standstill is dead
Furthermore, I am personally very interested in;
-Listening to music but especially the compilation of different music tracks on top of each other (I'm actually a hobby DJ but the project is currently paused)
-I enjoy visiting and discovering ruins and ancient cultural sites.
-You can also see me at most local music events (when I have time ;P)
-Cosplaying
-Read/write poems (very few people know this because I publish very little among contacts or similar)
-I like playing PC games, but mostly at higher levels of difficulty (I like the challenge :D)
-Drawing (but not painting)
Careful: Basically, I find myself a difficult conversation partner.
When I stop writing or something similar, it's never meant in a bad or negative way, but rather I've usually lost focus on something or am taking a break from social media.
I'm not a fan of ghosting, so when I have a problem with someone I usually address it directly and consistently.
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Lately, When I express my genuine thoughts and concerns, it feels like a form of punishment.
This happens both at work, in meetings where input is supposedly valued, and in my personal life. My attempts to voice a concern or a different perspective are often dismissed as pessimism, exaggeration, or even egomania. It seems I am being penalized simply for having an opinion and for caring enough to be concerned.
Increasingly, I feel that I am being passively silenced—not with a direct command, but with subtle cues and reactions that make thinking feel like a forbidden act. I am being reduced to a sounding board, a wall for others to shout at, with no expectation of a reciprocal conversation. My role is not to contribute, but to absorb.
And then, people wonder. They wonder why I am burning out, why my energy and creativity have evaporated, why my motivation has dwindled to nothing. They don't see the cumulative weight of being silenced.
I notice that the situation is gradually affecting my body. I currently only sleep with a tight chest and painful breathing, and I wake up in the middle of the night with my heart racing.Lately, When I express my genuine thoughts and concerns, it feels like a form of punishment. This happens both at work, in meetings where input is supposedly valued, and in my personal life. My attempts to voice a concern or a different perspective are often dismissed as pessimism, exaggeration, or even egomania. It seems I am being penalized simply for having an opinion and for caring enough to be concerned. Increasingly, I feel that I am being passively silenced—not with a direct command, but with subtle cues and reactions that make thinking feel like a forbidden act. I am being reduced to a sounding board, a wall for others to shout at, with no expectation of a reciprocal conversation. My role is not to contribute, but to absorb. And then, people wonder. They wonder why I am burning out, why my energy and creativity have evaporated, why my motivation has dwindled to nothing. They don't see the cumulative weight of being silenced. I notice that the situation is gradually affecting my body. I currently only sleep with a tight chest and painful breathing, and I wake up in the middle of the night with my heart racing.
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Phew, I'm exhausted...
I'm still feeling the after-effects of rearranging and tidying up my apartment, and today felt like the longest Monday in months...;
I started very early and worked the maximum amount of overtime allowed, then quickly ran to the post office at the last minute to take care of some private stuff (because digitization is a foreign concept in my country) and helped my neighbors with some minor IT issues (but that's okay, they're friendly and lovely people and I'm happy to help them).
Now the last mission of the day is not to fall into bed too early, even though my pillow is winking at me really seductively :DPhew, I'm exhausted... I'm still feeling the after-effects of rearranging and tidying up my apartment, and today felt like the longest Monday in months...; I started very early and worked the maximum amount of overtime allowed, then quickly ran to the post office at the last minute to take care of some private stuff (because digitization is a foreign concept in my country) and helped my neighbors with some minor IT issues (but that's okay, they're friendly and lovely people and I'm happy to help them). Now the last mission of the day is not to fall into bed too early, even though my pillow is winking at me really seductively :D
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Finally weekend. Time to annoy my neighbors because I really want to redecorate my entire living room. I'm not very happy with the current design at the moment :DFinally weekend. Time to annoy my neighbors because I really want to redecorate my entire living room. I'm not very happy with the current design at the moment :D
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Today at work, we discussed and agreed on the last project weeks of the quarter.
Only 8 weeks left (with lots of potential for overtime)...
After that, I can finally go on vacation.Today at work, we discussed and agreed on the last project weeks of the quarter. Only 8 weeks left (with lots of potential for overtime)... After that, I can finally go on vacation. 🥴
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It seems a shadow of misfortune follows me. I've come to expect it: a fleeting moment of light is always chased away by a familiar storm, pulling me back under with brutal force.
What truly unnerves me is the silence within. The emotional echo of these disasters has faded to nothing. I am a dry well—events that should summon a flood of tears now barely register. Is this resilience, or is it erosion? My psyche, to save itself, seems to have severed the wires, leaving me feeling like an spectator in my own tragicomedy, muttering, 'This can't be real.'
I observe my life as through a thick, silent pane of glass. The impact is muted, the meaning distant. I am a curious stranger to my own apathy, asking, 'What happens when you simply have nothing left to feel?'
Is this emptiness making me stronger, or is it the void before the collapse? I built these walls stone by stone for protection, but now they encircle me. They keep the world's anguish out. The question is no longer about weathering the storm, but whether I am fortified within a sanctuary, or entombed within a cell of my own making.It seems a shadow of misfortune follows me. I've come to expect it: a fleeting moment of light is always chased away by a familiar storm, pulling me back under with brutal force. What truly unnerves me is the silence within. The emotional echo of these disasters has faded to nothing. I am a dry well—events that should summon a flood of tears now barely register. Is this resilience, or is it erosion? My psyche, to save itself, seems to have severed the wires, leaving me feeling like an spectator in my own tragicomedy, muttering, 'This can't be real.' I observe my life as through a thick, silent pane of glass. The impact is muted, the meaning distant. I am a curious stranger to my own apathy, asking, 'What happens when you simply have nothing left to feel?' Is this emptiness making me stronger, or is it the void before the collapse? I built these walls stone by stone for protection, but now they encircle me. They keep the world's anguish out. The question is no longer about weathering the storm, but whether I am fortified within a sanctuary, or entombed within a cell of my own making.
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Do you know that feeling when, after a good time, the world comes crashing down even harder than expected?
I wish it were just the blues after one of the best times I've ever had, but somehow the shit just keeps piling up every day.
Not only do I have a lot of work to do, but I also have to compensate for three people, and instead of support, I only get statements that downplay the actual workload, and I just end up angry, exhausted, and “done” with my job.
On top of that, there is a current family disaster that I am currently unable to deal with mentally, so I am completely withdrawing.
Unfortunately, it is so severe that it completely paralyzes me.
I want to be there for my family, but I can't.
My head is screaming to escape, but I don't know where to go anymore.
With every breath I take, it feels as if the air is made of lead.Do you know that feeling when, after a good time, the world comes crashing down even harder than expected? I wish it were just the blues after one of the best times I've ever had, but somehow the shit just keeps piling up every day. Not only do I have a lot of work to do, but I also have to compensate for three people, and instead of support, I only get statements that downplay the actual workload, and I just end up angry, exhausted, and “done” with my job. On top of that, there is a current family disaster that I am currently unable to deal with mentally, so I am completely withdrawing. Unfortunately, it is so severe that it completely paralyzes me. I want to be there for my family, but I can't. My head is screaming to escape, but I don't know where to go anymore. With every breath I take, it feels as if the air is made of lead.
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