~ Honey's Blanket Fort Of Bliss 2 ~

*scootches in to the fort, too*

*whispers* I think I'm doing Lit all wrong, too. I need a handbook or somethin'. :(
 
It's definitely a blanket fort kind of day. I'm feeling a little lost as well. Maybe it's the headache that won't go away or a little melancholy or maybe a feeling of needing direction. I don't know, maybe it's all three, but hiding in the blanket fort seems like a good idea.
 
Hi everyone! 🙋

Y'all need to read this book, I think it's called The Highly Sensitive Person. I have a feeling that a lot of our forties are HSPs. :)

(((hugs all around))) :rose::rose::rose:
 
I was just directed this way. Can I play in your blanket fort?? :D
I brought ice cream!
 
I'm so tired of feeling like I don't belong anywhere. :( *sigh*

*curls up in a quilt and snuggles in a recliner with my dog, cos she loves me every minute of every day*
 
I'm so tired of feeling like I don't belong anywhere. :( *sigh*

*curls up in a quilt and snuggles in a recliner with my dog, cos she loves me every minute of every day*
Weird coincidence.
I've been reading a lot about existentialism in the past 2 days because I had a thought that I feel like a jigsaw piece which has been put in the wrong box.
 
Weird coincidence.
I've been reading a lot about existentialism in the past 2 days because I had a thought that I feel like a jigsaw piece which has been put in the wrong box.

That's probably the depression talking, don't you think?:rose:

Tell it to sod off and mind it's own business! :mad: ;)
 
I'm so tired of feeling like I don't belong anywhere. :( *sigh*

*curls up in a quilt and snuggles in a recliner with my dog, cos she loves me every minute of every day*

Not to be a dick..but I never understood what "I don't belong anywhere " means, I think we belong wherever the fuck we want to be! We have that right! Who, besides ourselves makes that determination! No one has that power over us unless we give it to them!

I think the trick is knowing where we want to be, and then working our ass off to get there, and I say this as some one who is fighting very hard to get to that place!
Sorry for the rant wild honey I know it feels so bone crushing tireing sometimes:kiss:...:cattail:
 
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Not to be a dick..but I never understood what "I don't belong anywhere " means, I think we belong wherever the fuck we want to be! We have that right! Who, besides ourselves makes that determination! No one has that power over us unless we give it to them!

I think the trick is knowing where we want to be, and then working our ass off to get there, and I say this as some one who is fighting very hard to get to that place!
Sorry for the rant wild honey I know it feels so bone crushing tireing sometimes:kiss:...:cattail:
I don't know about Wild Honey but to me it's not some sort of anxiety about my perceived correct place on society's strata like I think you're interpreting it as. I think you're thinking that I/we are saying we're like spare cogs that haven't yet found a place to mesh with the machine and contribute to a function?

When I get it I just have this constant, very abstract feeling of being 'out of place' I guess. The best comparison I've been able to come up with is like how you know when you're looking at ugly wallpaper. It does its job just fine and it's not necessarily improperly placed but there's something undefinable and off about it.
I would be the wallpaper perceiving its own unsuitable existence. It doesn't know what's wrong with it but it does realize that there's something about itself that stops it merging with where it finds itself, it's just existing wrongly where it is.

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Like I said, very abstract, hard to define.
 
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Not to be a dick..but I never understood what "I don't belong anywhere " means, I think we belong wherever the fuck we want to be! We have that right! Who, besides ourselves makes that determination! No one has that power over us unless we give it to them!

I think the trick is knowing where we want to be, and then working our ass off to get there, and I say this as some one who is fighting very hard to get to that place!
Sorry for the rant wild honey I know it feels so bone crushing tireing sometimes:kiss:...:cattail:

What does it mean though when you just feel like you want to go home... except you don't even know what that means anymore because where you live isn't it?
I understand the feeling of "I don't belong anywhere." It's very easy to feel like you don't fit in with others.

I actually think it's how one finds oneself regularly on the internet. :rolleyes:
 
What does it mean though when you just feel like you want to go home... except you don't even know what that means anymore because where you live isn't it?
I understand the feeling of "I don't belong anywhere." It's very easy to feel like you don't fit in with others.

I actually think it's how one finds oneself regularly on the internet. :rolleyes:

There's a word for this!

It's Welsh, and I don't know how to pronounce it because I forgot to ask, but it's spelled (more or less) 'hiraeth.' Its one of those untranslateable words that basically means homesickness, but really more than that. It's a deep longing or yearning.

This link does a good job of explaining. :)
https://sites.psu.edu/kielarpassionblog2/2016/04/02/hiraeth/
 
I don't know about Wild Honey but to me it's not some sort of anxiety about my perceived correct place on society's strata like I think you're interpreting it as. I think you're thinking that I/we are saying we're like spare cogs that haven't yet found a place to mesh with the machine and contribute to a function?

When I get it I just have this constant, very abstract feeling of being 'out of place' I guess. The best comparison I've been able to come up with is like how you know when you're looking at ugly wallpaper. It does its job just fine and it's not necessarily improperly placed but there's something undefinable and off about it.
I would be the wallpaper perceiving its own unsuitable existence. It doesn't know what's wrong with it but it does realize that there's something about itself that stops it merging with where it finds itself, it's just existing wrongly where it is.

~ ~ ~

Like I said, very abstract, hard to define.

So, not like the feeling of being a black sheep?

I felt 'wrong' growing up, because of the negative environment I lived in, but I've come to feel that I'm not wrong, just different, and designed for people and places that aren't, hm... mainstream? But I feel good about myself now, even though I am often lonely. Like, I'll just go over here and build a blanket fort and be weird by myself until some other weirdos come along.

And here you all are! :heart:
 
Blanket forts really are a strange phenomenon.
Maybe humans have evolved a natural impetus to construct shelters as a survival mechanism and blanket forts are how it manifests in the modern era?
 
Blanket forts really are a strange phenomenon.
Maybe humans have evolved a natural impetus to construct shelters as a survival mechanism and blanket forts are how it manifests in the modern era?

Blankets are associated with comfort and security. There's something about being wrapped in one and feeling safe and cared for.

Blanket forts are adventure and shelter, comfort and safety.

Just my thoughts on it.
 
My current feeling of not belonging comes from being between relationships. The 'place' I used to go to for comfort doesn't exist anymore, and there is a new place, and it's good, but it takes time for it to become home, if it ever does.

So right now I feel homeless in that sense. But I guess there are other places my spirit lives, too. Music I love, dance, favorite movies, best friends, my dogs, a hot bath, my favorite iced coffee made just right. Thrift stores, book stores, making people smile.

Managing my depression helps, too. Meds, water, getting outside, and sleep!
 
I think blanket forts cater to our mental and emotional needs, and our physical need for comfort more than for protection from the elements.

It's TLC in visible form. :)
 
I think you're describing things wonderfully, Honey.

A place to belong, a lap to feel comfortable in.
I often feel adrift without them. I think we all just have different ways of putting it into words. :rose:
 
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