Atmospheres of invalidation, interrogation about details, hyper-controlling conversations, excessive questioning, monologuing with a lot of ‘you-statements,’ trying to explain basic concepts of ‘we don’t know how each other thinks/feels’ — a rank slice of crazy-making. It’s a trap. It infests, and festers. People wonder why sensitive, thoughtful people need significant time alone. This is why. Not all people are like this, but the ones that are tend to be relentless with this crap. Like they committed early on to the Path of Bullshit and are passionate now about only one thing: spreading their own personal BS Gospel as far and wide as possible. Please, no more. I want no part of this Church of You. I want my time back. I want my trust and respect back. Please, is there someone on this island who is here for deep thinking, creativity, rest, and processing a whole frickin’ lot? I want sanctuary without being obliged to swallow someone else’s crap or serve others’ needs at the expense of my own. How is it so hard to have boundaries here? Or do I just get hit with the enmeshment web first because it’s familiar and likely to me strung up where newbies with eyes not adjusted to the dark will walk into it? I like spiders. It’s humans I take issue with. Where are the ones worth spending time with? Or where is there a van I can move into and hole up in a mess of blankets and softness while I recuperate and save up and get my bearings. Need privacy. Need safety. Need some sanity. The crazy is too much. It’s infectious.