parkchanwoohoo:
Once you start noticing how the incapacity to handle discomfort affects how people live their lives it’s actually pretty shocking how it ruins pretty much every conceivable aspect of existence. Interpersonal relationships, romantic and platonic. Career and education opportunities. Your politics Your willingness to go anywhere. The kind of food you eat. The kind of art you expose yourself to and your ability to read it. It’s never just one thing, it touches everything, and once you notice it it’s like suddenly being able to see germs or something. Just this horrific catastrophe people look at you askance for screaming about. As I grow older and see what became of my friends and peers who could not learn to handle discomfort, the more I’m like. This is a genuine societal issue
When you can’t handle discomfort, eventually discomfort itself starts to feel like you’re under attack. Your body enters flight or fight mode, and your amygdala starts screaming at you that you are In Danger even when the “danger” in question is like, making an unpleasant phone call or like, you’re reading a book about something gross.
Your ability to make frank assessments about your situation becomes compromised, because, well, when you’re under attack who’s going to stay still and go “Let me think this through?” Of course you’re going to panic. The phone call isn’t just unpleasant, it’s potentially life-ruining. Someone is going to think you’re dumb and that’s going to be TRUE and then I guess you die or something except dying would be better. The book isn’t just gross, it’s actively coming for you, tainting your mind with the memory of its contents, it has RUINED you.
Obviously, you want to try avoiding danger whenever possible. So you create a world in which you avoid all dangerous things. Traveling? Well that’s scary, what if you get robbed or lost? Better to avoid it (plus there are so many things to read, rules to remember, forms to fill out… it’s just too much, it makes you uncomfortable, which means YOU’RE IN DANGER, what if you FORGET SOMETHING CRITICAL? Better to avoid). A new job? Well what if it’s worse than your current one? You at least know the rules here. The unknown is so much more uncomfortable, which is DANGEROUS, so better to stay where you are. A dark-skinned foreigner? Do they even speak English? You don’t know how you’d communicate. They don’t know the laws here, surely? Plus what if other people think you’re racist? It’s so uncomfortable which means THEY ARE A DANGER. Best to avoid at all costs, keeping your bag clutched tightly to your chest. Vaccines? You don’t really know what’s in them. The explanations have a lot of words you don’t understand,you said something that was kind of rude? UNCOMFORTABLE. THIS PERSON IS ATTACKING YOU. FIGHT OR FLIGHT. Someone says you were incorrect about something? DANGER. Someone says you reacted impulsively and seem to have misconstrued someone’s words as a personal attack? YET ANOTHER ATTACK.
Eventually you lose yourself and become this. I don’t even know. This totally reactive thing, unable to think analytically about anything (which is uncomfortable and a danger), unable to assess harms, unable to encounter anything new without having a meltdown. And none of it is a real escape because, well, you’ve created a life defined entirely by aversion to discomfort, which is the most uncomfortable life you can possibly imagine. Of course such people end up falling into fascist ideas about Why Your Life Sucks. When you build a life around trying to maintain as comfortable an equilibrium as possible, you cauterize the parts of you capable of growth, expansion, creativity, learning; at the same time, the knowledge of your own stuntedness is haunting so best not to think about that either. The world becomes this horrifying mirror maze where the only way to survive without offing yourself is by projecting your flaws onto others, bitterly externalizing your self-hatred (who could live like this and NOT hate themselves) just to avoid turning it inward. You end up living like a hollowed-out sea urchin
A lot of people I’ve met seem to think that mental healthiness is characterized by a lack of discomfort whatsoever, and are therefore justified in building a life where all discomforts can be avoided. On the one hand, I completely understand the impulse. Lord knows I have had colossally shitty times and wished I could just retreat into bed and fall asleep for as long as needed for everything to blow over. But like. You also have to understand that that’s a fantasy, not a solution. When you have grown up living a crap life with nothing but discomfort, the ability to avoid it feels like exercising autonomy. But you really do have to be careful about making this your life ethos. I know so many people who have lapsed into total learned helplessness, so consumed by discomfort (mentally catastrophized into dangers) re: looking dumb, looking rude, looking X, looking Y that they just. Idk. Don’t do anything except be bitter. You don’t have to be that way. The solution isn’t “tough it out” because that’s also just a manifestation of your inability to handle discomfort. I also hesitate to say the solution is to focus on how much better your life will be when you do X and Y, because the entire point of the inability to handle discomfort is that it constantly manifests in precluding the possibility of even wanting X and Y in the first place since to want it and not be able to do it IS in itself another source of discomfort.
Idk what the solution is, exactly. I just think it’s important to understand that sometimes things can feel awful and still not necessarily harm you
