The more I regress/withdraw from the world, the more I find my own inner workings and perceptions to be more interesting than actually interacting with people. I used to be an academic with parents who still hold high hopes of my societal “success.” I’m not interested in pleasing them anymore. But I know how crushing it would be to my friends and family if I regressed into a silent bystander of this world. Although, with time, I’m not sure I would even mask my way out if I was threatened with being institutionalized if I didn’t get “better.” I’m just feeling really content with myself, but it makes a mess of reality when I consider things outside of myself. Lots of existential questions without answers, and I’m kinda just chilling with the weirdness.