Hypotheticisim

Hypotheticisim

By definition, the word Hypotheticism refers to a psychological compulsion of existing in and experiencing the hypothetical rather than the real moment.

I started, dear reader, a little bit dryly in this piece… a random definition of a non-existent illness. Well, excuse my impatience because this which I’m about to tell hasn’t been spoken about, written about or talked about. There is a reason behind it… there is a reason why many people live in the future rather the present.

Those of us who have been blessed with intelligence, suffer from a bliss that is blissfully insufferable. To have that cognitive powers to rely on, sometimes can be priceless. The intellectuals often find themselves owing the smooth navigation in life to their intellect and intellect only. It’s like a net upon which one can very trustingly fall. You simply close your eyes and listen to the majestic brain which inhibits that vessels of a body and it tells you exactly how to survive. It’s nothing less than marvelous. However there is a downfall to that beautiful machine… tediousness.

You see, dear reader, the brain, specifically the intelligent brain, can’t be stopped from computing. It’s always turning thoughts up and down, in an out. If there is an input it takes that input and analyses it to the point beyond raw data. That input becomes chewed up pieces of knowledge floating gently upon the sea that never rests. And if there is no input…….the brain just turn against its self and starts masticating information from within but soon finds that it’s not enough…. The tediousness of now overwhelms it so it starts to draw…. Draw the future.

Millions and thousands of millions of hypothetical situations runs through the brain of the intellectual. Every second branches into different world in which endless scenarios play out differently and in more interesting ways each time. And suddenly the brain finds its self with endless information to feed on. Endless yes… but non-existent. And that endlessness of information creates an addiction, an addiction that can’t be matched by any amount of actual information.. why settle for the finite when the infinite stands right there.

But that’s not where it stops, the brain tortures the intellectual with the massive amount of information until the intellectual feels like they need to silence it. Be it by bottle, substance or simply human interaction… it needs to be silenced before madness befalls them.

But the brain, the devious masterful crafty brain, it can’t be stopped. Even if you meet someone that brain of yours takes the info they give you and tries to construct a hypothetical situation in which your life consists of that information which they have provided. And thus you start throwing yourself in their shoes, feeling their pain, experiencing their very last thought in a raw sense that is beyond human capability. But it matters not to him, to the brain, as long as it’s fed, your emotions are yours to deal with and he won’t help you therewith.

That’s how Hypotheticisim is born.  The brain gets addicted to information and starts to masticate any information it can get its hands on. Be it real or not.

Many around us live with it without even being aware of it themselves, it drives them crazy and they don’t know why. They just feel an endless unrest and anxiety. But those people at the same time feel an odd compassion and empathy towards others that they also can’t be explained.

Now dear reader, being riddled with Hypotheticisim myself, I shall create the hypothetical situation and ask. Can it be gotten rid of? If one has Hypotheticism how can one free one’s self from descending into madness?

I fear I can’t satisfy your anxiety and give you a definitive answer. I can, however, lend you a hand and tell you what has helped me in experience. If your brain likes to feed on information, you need to be either giving it enough input, which is impossible, or releasing enough of to relieve that pressure that exists in the immense amount of data surging through your mind. How? Write my dear reader, write your thoughts, your feelings. If not writing then speaking, find a friend, a stage or a recorder and output as much of that insanity the lurks deep within your brain as possible.

In my endless struggle to find relief from my own brain, I find that companionship works best. A companion that finds your brain endlessly entertaining and inherently fascinating.  Then and only then you can find a momentarily relief, a moments escape of the hidden and underrated monster that doesn’t go by the name, because it’s utterly unknown, of Hypotheticisim.