"I see you've been through enough traumatic experiences that you've developed age inappropriate styles of communication as a defense mechanism" is really what that means.
You know I was thinking, there really is no objective meaning to life. Everyone kind of chooses something they think is important to them but really, it doesn't matter. It seems like all human endeavour is ultimately pointless in the timescale of the universe anyway but I just keep going because I'm not sure what else to do, not because it matters in any real sense.
For fucks sake Timmy, fine, you can have an extra scoop of ice cream just stop trying to give everyone an existential crisis.
Exactly. It has a lot to do with how your parents treat you as a child. I was always treated like a small adult, so I never had an issue getting along with adults (my mother has her masters in childhood development, so I'm assuming she knew what she was doing). If your parents treat you like a dumb kid, then that's how you expect adults to interact with you.
Is serotonin just the placeholder word to use when you have no understanding of neurotransmitters? Seriously, serotonin has like a hundred purposes in the body, what are they trying to refer to?
Yeah, I don't usually like arguing semantics but the serotonin thing grinds my gears since there's so many causes and treatments to depression and serotonin isn't even involved in many situations.
Us old folk heard that depression was because of low serotonin years ago, and the idea stuck like old gum to the underside of a desk. Yeah, it could be scrapped off, but since we don't ever see the bottom of the desk, why would we put in the effort. As a side note, that you for you comment as a reminder that I need to see what new treatments to depression do and look into what we have discovered in the last 20 years...
Oof. Yes. Repressed abuse and early traumatic friendship (schizophrenia was his diagnosis). You become an "old soul" when you've seen/experienced some shit, even if it's early on.
Yeah, I was super short on serotonin but no one would of ever called me an old soul as a child. My ADHD keeps me running my mouth and being super irritating with people around. I only get quiet and reflect on my own mortality and pointlessness of all life once they walk away and I'm left with my own loud constant inner monologue.
Those of use blessed with the loud, fast constant sadness. We wish we could be called an old soul. RIP Robin Williams.
It's amazing what a parent deciding to try crack at 45 years old will do to a kid. Thank God Mama was smart enough to get us tf outta there.
But yeah, I got the whole "old soul" thing my whole childhood.