Sometimes I wonder how people move through life so loosely.
I watch them walk through a day without a mental checklist running in the background. I watch them ignore a tone shift in conversation, or leave a task unfinished without it gnawing at their peace. I see them exist in a room where tension is sitting quietly in the corner, and they just…. sit there. They don’t feel the need to diffuse it. They don’t feel the need to fix it.
I, on the other hand, see it immediately.
I see the future problems tucked behind a casual decision. I see the unspoken feeling written in the way someone set down their glass. I see the mark on the wall that, if I don’t clean it now, it will sit in my mind like a siren until it’s gone. I see the details that doesn’t matter today but will be the “reason it all went wrong” tomorrow.
So when someone doesn’t notice – When they don’t anticipate, don’t prepare, or don’t think three steps ahead. I feel it deeply. It vibrate in my chest like frequency only I can hear.
- “Why can’t you see that?”
- “How did you not think of that?”
- “Doesn’t that worry you?”
- “How can you just… let that be?”
It isn’t always even anger. It’s a profound, isolating and confusing sense of disbelief that other people don’t seem to carry the same weight that I do.
To me, these things are the “obvious.” Of course you think ahead. Of course you plan for the worst. Of course you account for everyone’s comfort before your own. I’ve spent so long doing this that I’ve convinced myself this is simply what “caring” looks like. I’ve equated hyper-vigilance with love, and over-functioning with responsibility.
But slowly, I’m realizing something uncomfortable: What feels like “obvious awareness” to me is actually a brain in overdrive.
My mind isn’t just “noticing; It is tracking, monitoring and predicting. It is an internal surveillance system that never goes offline. I’ve mistaken this frantic scanning for a personality trait, when really, its a survival strategy.
When others don’t operate this way, I feel utterly alone in the work. I feel like I’m holding a map that no one asked for, shouting directions to people who don’t realize they’re lost. I’m bracing for an impact that may never come. While everyone else is just….. sitting.
I oscillate between resentment and envy.
I resent that I have to be the “Seer,” the one who carries the weight of the “what Ifs.” But i envy the lightness on their shoulders. What would it feel like to not constantly anticipate? To not carry every possible outcome in your pocket like heavy stones? To trust that things will unfold, perhaps messily, perhaps imperfectly – mwithout me having to manage the friction.
I don’t know that version of myself just yet.
Seeing everything was my safety. If I could see it, I could stop it, If i could predict it, I could survive it. But I’m starting to understand that not everyone is trying to survive the present moment. Some people are just living it.
Maybe they aren’t “careless.” Maybe they are regulated.
Maybe they don’t see what I see because they aren’t looking for danger in ordinary moments. Maybe they feel secure enough to let mistakes happen. Maybe they’ve accepted a truth I’m still fighting: Life cannot be controlled, and the effort to do so is they very thing that prevents us from enjoying it.
That’s the part I’m still learning. Seeing everything feels like protection, but its actually a wall. It isolates me from the people I love because I’m to busy auditing the room to actually be in the room with them.
If I stopped carrying the whole room on my shoulders. If I let the map go and just sat down. Would the world really fall apart? Or would I finally for the first time, feel what it’s like to be supported by the ground beneath me instead of trying to hold it up?
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