Murger Tomb

Murger Tomb
Henri Murger, Cimetiére de Montmartre, Eylül 2015

Sunday, September 29, 2024

Being different, being Orange

Streets of the New York City, 2021
Streets of the New York City, 2021

Recently, I discovered something about myself that sheds light on my past and also illuminates my everyday social struggles in a new way. It is not easy to share this, knowing others may hear about it and be judgmental. However, I finally feel that many things that hurt me and that I thought were my mistakes were not my "fault" but were just how I function. The mystery of being smarter than others in some areas while being really naive in others now makes sense under this new light. What made me feel different in a good way when I was 11-14 years old and in a very bad way when I was 28-34 was the same thing.


I prefer not to use the general name for it, but let's say "Orange." I think I'm Orange.


Many things have made me feel unfortunate in my life. Some social events affected me in a really bad way, and I didn't understand why people reacted the way they did. I didn't understand why I was treated that way. It was also confusing when people told me things about myself (about my capacity, skills, behaviors, etc.) that I didn't see in the same way. It was as if they saw something about me that was not visible to me.


I also suffered from manipulative and abusive people, especially in my romantic relationships. I allowed my significant others to violate my interpersonal boundaries. The analysis we could make (with my friends) was that "toxic people find good people like you, and you are just a good person."


Many things I thought stemmed from being "introverted," but I didn't know where my introversion came from. Walking around with earphones all the time... My parents didn’t understand my desire to be alone a lot and tried to force me into uncomfortable social settings (this, I thought, was the destiny of all kids, by the way).


Being an alcoholic out of not knowing how to regulate emotions or using drunkenness to manage socially difficult situations, including intimacy, and similar eating disorders.


Playing piano, wanting to play an instrument by hearing the sound of the instrument (piano, baglama, etc.), and playing it by myself every day without anyone pushing me.


Why I am extremely slow at washing dishes, cutting vegetables, even eating at normal times.


Being Orange as a manager is also extremely difficult due to overthinking about other people's thoughts about you and how your actions make other people feel. You end up constantly feeling others' stress and feeling incapable because you think you are the cause of their stress and feel judged by others for anything you have done, said, or not done or not said.


There is also a weird confusion about how to behave towards authority figures, be it a parent, a teacher, or a Director at work. There is heightened awareness of how they will think about you, considering that they hold power over you and can affect you.


People-pleasing and conflict avoidance—could they also be part of it? I thought I was especially avoidant of conflicts due to the domestic state when I was growing up, but there could be a part of not being able to read others' feelings or maybe being too aware of others too.


Under extreme stress, such as moving to a new country by myself, I lost some abilities like my French and English skills and hesitated in self-care.


It is still early to share concrete examples (being isolated in high school, getting fired from my first job, etc.), but in my mind, everything is clear. Somehow, everything fits into being Orange, and I don't feel confused anymore.

Thursday, June 6, 2024

Ghost in the Shell

Recently I had a dream, where in a dark city, I was chasing the Ghost in the Shell. It is a famous animation movie from 90s, which is referring to the rise of computers, software and network. Shell (Coque) is the commander of the system in computers. Do souls even exist? What makes a human human and not only machine? Isn't the dreams, your ghost (subcontiousness) talking to you? 

There should be a reason why I had this dream. One week later, in Brussels, on my last day of Standup Comedy marathon*, it revealed to me that: It's me! I was the ghost who felt away from the shell; from my body. Like Lucas told me in Buenos Aires, I was not in my body. When I dance tango, when I embrace my partner, he couldn't feel me, because I was not there. 

I was in search of myself for the last 20 years, which was lost after the joke incident in high school, also veiled by drinking and false goals. That self had to die. 

Which, finally died when I moved away from my country. Left without a goal, suffered from depression and burn out, with alcohol and weed abuse, I had to find the real purpose in my new country.

It is strange because I always saw myself as a nomad, as a free spirit who change places, people, a decendent of "Yoruk"s. But in reality, changing homes, people and countries feels so hard, why? Maybe I have both in me, leaver and stayer.

I was at a point that, I didn't want more, it was okay, this life, all the experience and pain was enough. I didn't desire more, nor I had the will to do more. That point of selflessness, desirelessness and freed from all attachments should be the zero point. 

I wished to sleep and not wake up again. I wanted to not wake up again. It is a state that you have nothing and there is nothing to lose. Comes from giving up from things that you had, including people, several times. You learn to let go, you learn that nothing is eternal and everything may go. So did yourself. I let go of myself, and that self died. I was a shell. I didn't have dreams for a long time, because of weed. I wasn't in touch with myself; my ghost couldn't enter to the shell. I feel like it was not the first nor the last time of myself ever died or will die. 

Physically, I was weak too, the shell was not able to carry its ghost. I even passed out for the first time in my life, at the end of March. Because I was not able to sleep. Maybe from June 2022 to January 2024. The only times I remember that I slept was once in Buenos Aires and once last night in the apartment in Howald. 

Now, at the age of 35, I'm just beginning to be me! I finally speak, tell my story, I try to show my true self to people, through comedy, finally I don't fear to speak my mind, and be me!

Now, the Ghost is returned to the shell; infact, it is not a ghost of real me anymore, but it's me, my mind and body. My soul and my body is reuniting. 


*22 May Storytelling

23 May Updown 

24 May Fake Freuds

27 May Florence

28 May Palestine

29 May Rainbow + Carlitos

30 May Saarbrucken

2 June Hecklemania

3 June Side Splitters

4 June Raiders

5 June Social Club

6 June Countdown

7 June Funny Woman Brussels 

https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PL2maSvREZvMSrD_Lc8CXm6hkBpvN5oeqM&si=MFWrCaS_B_gSlXNM


Note from October 2024: I soon found out what was really inside me in June 2024 and why I felt like there was a ghost in my shell..