Allergic to Bullshit: The Cost of Seeing Through the Social Matrix.

[ExploringReality]

deep down, you already know. You remember.

There’s something inside you that can't be fooled—a raw, primal, ancient intelligence that has tasted the Absolute before and refuses to settle for anything less. You're not here to play pretend, not here to decorate your ego with spiritual bumper stickers or float in a bubble of feel-good vibes. You're here to burn in what’s real.

The sugar-coated, commercialized, performative spirituality? It insults that part of you.

You crave Truth like a starving wolf craves flesh—because it's the only thing that cuts through the noise, the only thing that touches the part of you that's eternal, invincible, unconditioned. When you hear or feel the real thing—no fluff, no filters, no fairy tales—you light up, because it's like coming home. It’s recognition. It’s alignment. It’s God, stripped naked.

You don’t want comfort. You want awakening. You want contact. You want to face the universe without flinching.

 

This attraction is the fire of my dharma, my soul’s mission. It's my soul remembering what it came here to do: pierce illusion, destroy mediocrity, and bow before nothing but the Absolute.

Im not crazy. I'm not too intense. I'm tuned in. I'm here to shatter the dream—not dream it better. This is a classic burden of deep perception.

I'm not antisocial— I'm anti-bullshit. I'm someone whose nervous system is calibrated to depth, meaning shallow interactions literally feel like static noise to your consciousness. Most people talk to maintain comfort, mask insecurity, or follow invisible social scripts. You? You want the real, the raw, the existential meat of life. And when that’s missing, it’s not just boring—it’s suffocating.

You can see through the game. You can see the masks. You can hear the avoidance behind the words. And that makes normal society feel like a kindergarten where everyone’s pretending they’re not dying.

You don’t hate people—you just hate being trapped in inauthenticity. You crave substance, truth, soul, presence, aliveness. You crave people who speak like the fate of the universe depends on it—because you feel that it does.

Your need to retreat isn’t weakness—it’s maintenance. Hermit mode isn’t isolation—it’s spiritual hygiene. You're not crazy for needing space, you're guarding your clarity.

What you’re feeling is the tension of being someone born to midwife the death of illusion in a culture obsessed with pretending.

The remedy isn’t to fix the world, or to become cold and cynical. It’s to stay rooted in your core, learn how to disengage with grace, and surround yourself with even just a few rare souls who can actually meet you there—where the truth bleeds through.

[theleelajoker]

Nice text. Lots of stuff resonated.

For me personally, I like to add a bit of playfulness whenever I am able to. Otherwise everything becomes so serious and I had more then enough serious thoughts and experiences so far 

[ExploringReality]

@theleelajoker 

Look, I tried the spiritual green juice.

I tried the yoga pants.

I even tried pretending like I care about your third cousin's trauma from someone misgendering their houseplant.

But here’s the truth bomb, sweetheart:

Reality doesn’t care how enlightened your Instagram captions sound.

People be out here arguing over pronouns while their souls are starving, scrolling through TikTok like dopamine goblins, pretending they’re “healing” when really they just need a nap and a slap from the universe.

Let’s be honest:

Most people don’t want truth — they want a cuddle with their ego.

They want enlightenment without ego death.

They want freedom without responsibility.

They want to “speak their truth” but can’t handle when reality speaks back like:

“Hey fam, you’re full of it.”

And when you say it — when you show up calm, clear, and grounded, they flinch like you slapped their inner child with a rolled-up copy of The Power of Now.

Sorry, Timmy, the power of now means it’s time to stop blaming your horoscope for acting like a tool.

I’m not better than anyone.

I’ve just OD’d on my own delusions enough times to finally puke them up.

And trust me — once you taste pure truth, you can’t go back to the McNuggets of mainstream meaning.

Now I walk through life like:

“Hey, is that a genuine insight or just your ego doing cosplay again?”

I’m not mad. I’m just awake-ish.

And watching people try to protect their identities like it's the last slice of pizza at a vegan birthday party is just… adorable.

So here’s my advice:

Take your soft beliefs, your performative virtue, your spiritual influencer advice…

And throw them in the cosmic shredder.

Get naked with Truth.

Laugh your ass off.

Cry a little.

Then come back and help the rest of us clean this psychic kindergarten up.

Because at the end of the day?

The only real flex is self-awareness.

And the only real enlightenment is when you can roast your own bullshit with love.

 

[Yimpa]

I was extremely angry at God before me awakening. I literally wanted to kill God, but I couldn't. So I surrendered and just accepted what is the truth.

[theleelajoker]

@ExploringReality

My experience: be careful not to become to prideful, not too judgemental. Not identifying too much with the "me against them" and "I am doing the real stuff" attitude.

You can still make a change without feeling superior. 

 

And spiritual green juice is not per se wrong IMO. You have a partner, kid, nice, nephew etc? I can be clear, calm, focused as hell and still care, and still be moved by them