Thursday, March 24, 2011

Placebo

The "placebo effect" is a fascinating phenomenon, if you ask me.
I don't find the effect itself very astonishing, really, since everything always depends on the view, background, understanding, and preconceptions of the observer or experiencer.
But it really fascinates me how the conscious mind can create unconscious changes. You don't know when an effect is pure placebo. If you did, the effect would seize to exist, and then there would be nothing to know of. If that makes any sense?  
It's a concept which only exists when you are unaware of it. Brilliant!
How does the mind do this? And I wonder if animals with less developed brains can enjoy the benefits of this marvel... And how much can be regulated or corrected via this implementation?
And since it's only effective when we don't know of it, we cannot really start exploiting it - because then we would become aware of it. A world where placebo medicine was distributed would make us all skeptic and immune to it.
So... All we can do is appreciate its actuality, unaware if we benefit from it or not.

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Time Typical


Generally, I dislike being like everybody else.
I do sometimes think "If only I was normal, if only I could function like everybody else, if only every aspect of me mirrored the majority.", but those are thoughts of despair. If I did have the choice, I would choose to be me.
Being one of so many on antidepressants, just another number in the statistics, so insignificant, makes me want to vomit (and not just because of the side effects) but it also makes me wonder. The way these affective disorders are spreading, rapidly, pandemically... It's frightening and alarming.

The development fits the typical model of lifestyle diseases perfectly, and I always wonder about these diseases.
Have they really become more and more frequent, or is it simply that people used to die, or get seriously ill, from a number of infectious diseases before they were even old enough to be affected by the lifestyle diseases?
I mean who would notice high levels of blood glucose or triglycerides if you're already dehydrated, covered in boils, and coughing up blood?

I think it makes sense though. That the changes in lifestyle from then to now could lead to the various health-related problems. I think obesity is a perfect example. Especially because the most important factor is an environmental one. Food availability!
The increase in food availability (in this part of the world at least) has been so rapid compared to previous environmental changes for our species. The same goes for the decrease in physical activity. And the complexity of our bodies makes it impossible to adapt so quickly. We are suited to a limited environment, so we do not function well in this excess of foods and nutriments. We are not fit to having to say stop or say no to food. The evolution, which should ensure that we adapt to the changes around us, is a slow process. We cannot keep up with the societies we are creating.

Maybe the affective disorders can be viewed the same way. We deal with more and more cognitive stimulations and challenges. The pace is increasingly high and the demands are growing and developing, and we haven't had the time to evolve and adapt to this. We've pushed it to the limit and the brain cannot keep up.
So, just like the increased food availability causes problems, so does the increased cognitive stimulations. The problems are diverse, and so we define them as different disorders in order to handle them.
So the problem isn't that we, as a species, have suddenly started spontaneously developing new disorders - and with great frequencies. Instead, the problem is what we have created outside ourselves.
It's simply a matter of the capacity which has, until recently, been sufficient - but can no longer meet the demands we ourselves are creating.

The real problem is then: what the frack can we do about it? Medicate everyone?
Surely we cannot speed up evolution or slow down the development of our societies. But okay, if we just wait for everyone to become ill, then development will naturally slow down, if not break down. I doubt that would happen though.
I'm at a loss.


   

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Posting just to post.... photos

......
I haven't posted anything in a while now. I've been feeling kinda sick of myself and my thoughts.
I still do, but I want to stay in touch with this little diary of mine, so I'm doing another "what's on my phone"-thing.... Here we go:


Uuhhm.... Trying to make carrots and bread seem fancy, I think...

I just love it when my favorite products are 50% off! And when I'm thrilled, I take pictures.

Yes, I know. Get over it, Nicci!
Makes me laugh.
Harry Potter! - Oh him...

Yeah, the snow is almost gone!!

Later that same day....

Preparation. And procrastination.

Studying for yet another exam.

Perhaps you've dropped a heavy object on your toe??
Perhaps I have...

My point here wasn't the highlighted stuff. But the sound descriptions...
Very important to distinguish the two. The lub and the dup!

I'm sorry... Like the hole in a doughnut!?!??
That must be just about the strangest comparison ever.

Ooooh Yeah!
Yes. Use an example they understand. Superman should work...
32 million years!! Whoa, and that's just the cortex...!


My notes to self always keep getting longer!

Scientists do have a sense of humor!
Came by on a morning run. Had to take a picture of the place we call Hell.

Thought it looked good, I guess.

Danish translation: Beans simple "doctor, there".
Well, the "doctor" made sense. So, 1 out of 4....

I do hope I'll remember to look back on these photos, years from now...
Just to see where I was. Or am, I guess.

Sunday, February 20, 2011

Brilliant Thoughts of Insanity

Here comes another drainage of my mind:

I want to write page after page on how disliked I feel.
How awkward I feel, how unwanted... How I always feel like I'm in the way.
About how I wish someone, anyone, would want to listen to all of my self-pitiful, brilliant thoughts of insanity.
But just writing these few lines are making me want to vomit. I'm sick to my stomach of being self-centered and feeling sorry for myself. But I am, and I do!
I could, seriously (!), sit down and write an autobiography, if I wanted to. Fortunately I am still (for now) able to see how extremely boring an autobiography this would be, but that is how immersed with myself I am!

You know those movies/TV shows/stories where some bitchy person is approached by a guardian angel or a ghost or some sort of supernatural being who takes the bitchy person along to the future or to other places or whatever, in order to provide some perspective on others and their lives?
That's what I need... Someone to show how great I actually have it, so I can't help but appreciate everything I have and am.
Maybe I should go to some developing country where people are suffering and dying, and see how they are still more satisfied than me.
Or I can just sit around and wait for that ghost to come and give me some perspective.

Oh, and I want two or three lizards. And an apartment with room enough for a really big terrarium!

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Perspectiveless Ego

What happened to my perspective and empathy? I think I used to have some...
Instead, I seem to have developed the idea that the universe revolves around me.
I believe I used to be somewhat rational. Always a bit eccentric, yes, but still rational.
Now my vision is limited to include only aspects regarding me. How did I get to this ignorant point of view where I feel others ought to trouble themselves with me and my problems and insane thought patterns?
I've seriously become one of the most self-centered persons I know. I'm doing a 15 ECTS-point project on my-effing-self and my oh so dismal fragilities. Come on...!

And it's making me even more paranoid, since I never could and still can't handle others' negative opinions of me. And honestly, the way I'm behaving... who could expect anything but negative opinions.
Again, I've got myself stuck in a positive feedback loop of negativity. Every little negative fragment upregulates every other negative fragment, including the first one which then again enforces the others and so on and so on...

A myopic self-pitiful egoist.

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Neglect...

I went straight from having been feeling really really good for quite a while to being right back with the anxiety attacks, stress, paranoia and haunting dreams... Took me about 48 hours, feelings of anxiety just accelerating.
I've often had dreams about people I know being hurt or being in pain, and me feeling guilty about it (though, this one was extreme, and honestly left me feeling a bit scared of my own mind). Always thinking that it seemed reasonable for me to have those dreams, given that I generally feel guilty about most things and that I always feel like I'm in the way.
But I haven't previously noticed the clear association between the dreams and my anxiety (or maybe I have noticed, but then forgotten again). And also, for once, I believe I know the exact cause of the anxiety acceleration. So, it is my hypothesis that the mechanism was something like:
Activator -> Anxiety -> Nightmare

All of which i just an extensive way of saying that I believe I have just observed myself experiencing anxiety from cause to reaction.

I'm not so good with people...... So, being afraid, I isolate myself, and hardly let anyone in. Basically, you only get in if you force your way.
Using this classical strategy - "the fewer you let in, the fewer can hurt you" - I have opened up to just about... well... 1 person.
Obviously, the problem is then if that 1 person does hurt you.
- Being prone to fear already, and being such a loner that you had no idea loneliness could hurt, betrayal from that 1 person can only provoke anxiety. And in great amounts!
(Interesting how I just switched from "I" to "you", huh?)
What then? All the faith put in one person, all the faith shattered.
There is nothing to do but let the fear and paranoia consume you. Nobody there to stop it.
So the anxiety builds up, hits suddenly, and knocks you all the way back to starting point.

Then, it actually seems pretty straight forward that anxiety caused by loss and self-inflicted loneliness, in turn causes nightmares about fear of losing people and also feeling guilty about it!
So straight forward that you would think I'd have discovered the cause of those nightmares a long time ago.
Maybe I just didn't want to realize it.

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Distance

It's the distance that hurts, the pushing away.

Surprisingly it's not about getting, taking, or having. 
Not a "wanting what you cannot have, simply because you cannot have it"


It's not about curiosity either. But about being kept at a distance.
I don't care about the stupid labels, but I long for the merits connected to some labels.
It's tormenting how, apparently, all I can offer is freedom. 
Nothing more....  

Monday, February 7, 2011

Me and Traveling


I truly love traveling.
I love experiencing other places, other people, other mentalities, other ways.
When traveling, I always acquire new perspectives on different things, or rediscover thoughts I had forgotten all about.
I come back fascinated. Fascinated with the world and its people, nature, and places, and the many facets of these. I come back in admiration of the parts I wish we had here at home, and in gratitude for everything that we do have.
It gives me energy, stimulates me and encourages me.
I feel alive and awake, and present in my body. Somehow, I feel less inhibited when I'm far from my usual settings. I feel more "able to be me"...
It might just be because I feel more invisible when I'm just "a visitor". Like I'm just watching from the outside, and nobody will notice me.
So yeah, that's basically just running away from my fears, I guess... Not really the best way to handle things.
But it's nice to get that break sometimes!
Just for a little while.