Friday, July 11, 2025

Why is mindfulness impossible in intensive, chronically long working hours for me?


Mindfulness 

- Robotic

- Non-elaborative

- Non-judgemental awareness of sensory, emotional, conceptual content.


- An inherently receptive mode.

Work is sharp focus on incredibly narrow things.


- Integrates mental content into holistic meaning. 


- Mindful being, effortless

Work is not mindful.


- During rest

1. open field of awareness

2. no preference

3. receptive to information from multiple sources simultaneously.


- During action

1. Awareness becomes focalised 

2. focal point fluid and receptive.


Maybe it is not a mindfulness issue. 

Maybe I just do not want to be there. 

Tuesday, July 1, 2025

 Bored rich people, trying to find excitement in controlling and killing people.

Who Fing Cares?

I don't get this popularity thing

https://lihkg.com/thread/3954863/page/1

Saturday, June 28, 2025

Diary:

So, my father passed away.

It has left a huge hole in my heart. 

This is going to take some long time.

My sense of time is slower than reality.

I'm going to start keeping a diary.

Saturday, May 31, 2025

The True Meaning of Danny Boy

 Danny Boy = D**d b**y.

Read the lyrics again.

Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling

From glen to glen, and down the mountain side.
The summer's gone, and all the roses falling,
It's you, it's you must go and I must bide.
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow,
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow,
It's I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow,—
Oh, Danny boy, Oh Danny boy, I love you so!

But when ye come, and all the flowers are dying,
If I am dead, as dead I well may be,
Ye'll come and find the place where I am lying,
And kneel and say an AvĂ© there for me.
And I shall hear, though soft you tread above me,
And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be,
For you will bend and tell me that you love me,

And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me! 




Cruise ships should introduce an app that tracks and reminds passengers to get back on the ship ahead of time.

The Shame of taking antidepressants

"Why do I need such medication to control my own mind and thoughts?"

In many Asian cultures, mental health stigma runs deep, often rooted in collectivist values that prioritize family honor, resilience, and self-reliance over individual struggles. As an unemployed 35-year-old man, the shame of taking antidepressants can feel like a crushing weight, layered atop the already heavy burden of societal expectations.

You’re expected to be a pillar—stoic, successful, and in control. Unemployment alone can spark whispers of failure, as family and peers subtly (or not so subtly) judge your worth by your productivity or status. Add antidepressants to the mix, and it’s like admitting to a double defeat: not only are you "failing" economically, but your mind is "broken" too. The act of taking a pill becomes a secret ritual, each dose swallowed with a bitter cocktail of guilt and fear of discovery.
You might hide the bottle from family, dreading their questions or disappointed glances, knowing that in their eyes, mental health issues often equate to weakness or a lack of willpower.
“Just snap out of it,” they might say, or worse, “What will people think?”

The stigma is amplified by cultural narratives that frame mental health treatment as something for the “truly crazy.” Antidepressants aren’t seen as medicine but as a crutch, a sign you couldn’t tough it out. You might internalise this, questioning your own strength, wondering if you’re betraying your heritage by seeking help.
The pharmacy becomes a place of paranoia—will the cashier judge you?
Will someone from the community spot you?
Even supportive friends might not fully understand, their advice tinged with platitudes about meditation or “thinking positive,” as if a pill is a moral failing rather than a lifeline.

This shame can trap you in silence, delaying or avoiding treatment altogether. I avoided treatment for a decade, until I could not delay . Yet, the reality is that antidepressants are a tool, not a verdict on your character. They don’t erase your worth or diminish your struggle—they’re a step toward reclaiming your life. The real shame lies not in taking them but in a culture that punishes vulnerability, forcing you to hide your pain to save face.

Breaking free means recognising that your mental health is as valid as your physical health, even if the world around you isn’t ready to agree. This is the toughest thing, and no one can do it for us.