Being autistic in our world means for me that I have to behave a certain way, speak a certain code and keep certain aspects of myself hidden or risk to get attacked, verbally or physically. I repeat this over and over, day in day out.
Meanwhile I am looking forward to hosting another game of dnd this saturday and it just occured to me that our reality is sad and pathetic while turning to the internet and people outside this oppressive „society“ is like looking at a piece of art. Popping colors and various shapes and interesting objects to behold.
It might be seasonal depression speaking here but it was really palpable right now.
Anyone relate?
For it to be called bad implies any sort of intentionality at all, I think.
Reality just sort of is. Games are attractive because they have rules, they make sense. They’re designed to be fun. The universe isn’t failing at accomplishing those goals, it just never had those goals to begin with.
You can learn to master the rules of D&D. It’s designed to be understood and played. Whereas reality is emergent, built up from so many nested systems that we don’t even understand how they all fit together yet. We’re all just trying to get by within it.
While I agree with parts, I think overall my message got lost on the way, which is exactly my experience every day. The connection between me and the world is broken in either direction. The only way either can relate to the other is massive effort which sometimes happens but not regularly.