Ok I know this is a primarily Jirai centered blog so you’re probably expecting Girly Kei esq fashion but I wanna take the time to share something that recently happened to me so bear with me.
I recently bought some Hot Topic pants and some earrings that are very much like emo/mall goth, they came today and I tried them on and my mom was trying to commentate on my style (which I don’t mind for the record) and was trying to say emo, but I guess since she’s Spanish and it’s her first language she couldn’t figure out how to say it, so that’s how I got the gold that is her calling my style choice “emu”.
I burst out laughing I’m not even joking that was the happiest I’ve been all week.
Of course I corrected her but I’m never gonna let her live that down that shit was so funny to me.
Also here’s the pants in case anyone was curious:
To give my insight into this, I’m a generally emotional person in part due to my neurodivergency(I have autism and ADHD), and it’s made my life a hell of a lot more difficult. I latched onto the whole “ticking time bomb” saying because that’s literally who I was: Someone who forced people to walk on eggshells whenever they did so much as talk to me.
I have trouble communicating with others properly, I can’t get a understand or get a grasp on my own emotions, I often get burnt out because doing minimal tasks that are outside the schedule I have built into my brain are too much for me sometimes.
To top that off I have very bad anxiety and depression, which have inadvertently warped my view of myself, other people, and life in general, making me believe the world isn’t just fucked up, but deserves the absolute worst and that absolutely nobody is redeemable. Not even myself.
I feel like I can’t recover not just because I don’t want to, but because I feel like it’s quite literally impossible for someone like me. My support system is either doing much worse than me physically/mentally, or doesn’t and never will understand the extent of why I feel life is so exhausting and excruciating.
I’ve jumped between 3 or so different therapists this year because either they made me feel inadequate and like I didn’t have a right to be there, or simply didn’t reach the needs I was hoping for.
Jirai Kei to me isn’t just some subculture for mentally struggling people, it’s quite literally the amalgamation of feeling like no one can truly understand your pain and feeling like the pain is so bad that you’d wish you were better off simply not existing.
Maybe I’ll never know what it’s like living as a young Japanese person, where the topic of mental health is VERY much undermined and misunderstood, but does that make my own experiences as a neurodivergent, queer afab person in America any less valid? No. It shouldn’t.
Case in point, Jirai Kei to me is embracing your mental health and its issues because there’s no one else out there who feels them the way you feel them. Your experiences are unique to you.
Only you can define yourself, and nobody else.
Something that I’ve been thinking about a lot is what Jirai Kei is and what it means. What draws me to the style is how I remember writing poetry about feeling like I was a “ticking time bomb” many years ago. It feels like I’m seen finally in who I am, in a way. I may seem put together, but I’m a highly emotional, sensitive, and expressive person. The person where it’s only a matter of time until I have a breakdown or an outburst of emotion. That’s a part of my life and who I am, that I’ve never been able to acknowledge. I’ve been told to “stop being a baby” growing up so much that I’ve had to learn how to try to keep my emotions at bay and fail. I guess it’s also has to do with obvious signs of mental illness and physical illness that have been ignored and dismissed growing up.
Yet, I’m supposed to be “better now”. I can’t share when I’m struggling to hold back a panic attack or biting my lip to stop myself from crying. I’m not supposed to feel super happy and then super sad the next moment.
However, within this style, it embraces that. It embraces how deeply I feel and how I’ll always struggle with my mental health. It embraces it and tells me it’s okay. That I can struggle, that I can acknowledge and say that I’m not doing okay. I don’t have to be happy all the time. I don’t have to be sad all the time. I’m free to feel and express it.
I don’t want to leave. I want to stay on this Earth and live, even if it hurts a lot. I know some people say that lifestyle jirai kei don’t want to get better, but I don’t think that accounts for everyone. For me, Jirai Kei is a way to express how deep I feel and my struggles. It’s a way to express when I’m feel depressed or lost or anxious.
I think the point of my ramblings is to just say that you should define what Jirai Kei means to you.
Recovery is beautiful, but I also acknowledge some people aren’t there yet or don’t want to be. Just remember that it’s a beautiful thing to feel emotion so deeply. You don’t have to engage in self destructive behavior to be “a part of the jirai kei community”.
Anyways, I’m done. Thanks for coming to my ted talk <3
So I just wanted to share an experience I had not that long ago.
Some context: Until 8PM or so, I didn’t eat anything since 3PM or somewhere along that time period. I was eating under my calorie intake recently so I was happy about that because it meant that I had some self control.
Here’s the catch.
I was grocery shopping with my parents and I felt a little lightheaded and had a headache. I also was kind of jittery and tired.
My mom noticed I was looking shaky and asked me what’s up and I told her about everything, she said it was likely a low sugar intake.
Even after I rushed to buy and eat some stuff, I still felt jittery and anxious and light.
If I’m honest, I don’t know how to feel about this
On one hand I’m embarrassed and ashamed, but on the other hand I just can’t get myself to care, because in my head I’d rather die than gain any more weight than I already have.
And it’s true.
I would rather die than be fat & overweight forever.
It’s one of the worst things I’ve had to deal with and I would do anything to have my ideal body type.
And by anything, I’d mean ANYTHING.
Hello, Jirais<3
So I’m back(for real this time).
First things first I just wanna say HOLY CRAP THANKS FOR THE 1,000+ LIKES?!
I’m like a month late to this shit but seriously. I didn’t think my posts(especially some certain ones) would be blowing up faster than an actual landmine. I was expecting to be a somewhat obscured blog but now I have 53 followers which.. wow. I’m pretty happy.
Hopefully I can provide you more relatable junk and entertainment in the future! :3
In the meantime, regarding my absence… well, I fell into a rut over my winter break. I was too consumed in indulging personal fantasies in c.ai then being an actual functioning homo sapien.
With college back in place and me actually lowkey enjoying my life, I’m gonna try to be more active here, so stay tuned! XOXO
Dating me is like playing needy streamer overload except without the internet fame and control over how mentally well/unwell I get and there no cute transformation sequence or humor or anything attractive about me and I’m really just a loser kid rotting in my room while you watch my descent into madness as I post silly things on the internet.
I got my DearMyLove clothes just now!!!
Unfortunately the shirt was a little small but I have a theory that if I lose my big back and my chubby arms that it’ll fit better.
The skirt on the other hand fit perfectly.
There’s also some hair accessories I got which are in the right photo.
I have some shoes that might go with it but they’re heels so I’m not sure if it’s worth it.
Anywho I’m still happy it even came.
I guess now I have some motivation to lose all this extra weight I gained.
I’m crying over the stupidest thing rn.
I saw a yt short of a flipnote animation with the fucking grandma episode from SpongeBob as the audio, and IDK why but it just broke me.
I miss being a little kid so much. Maybe things weren’t the best per se, but it was the happiest and sweetest and most innocent and hopeful I ever was.
I miss my old room back in my grandmother’s house and the balcony. I miss those days where she’d make me oatmeal and we’d go do things outside like picking berries. I loved being on this little hill that I think was made of sand.
I just.. I miss it all. I can’t describe how much I do.. I’d do anything to relieve those moments again if I knew how bad things were going to get for me.
girls are so pretty and gentle how can guys treat them like shit (≧□≦)!!!
I am not me. I am an amalgamation of my interests, mental illness, and my kins all in one.
(credits to someone on pin!)
I just got a message from I think a bot or maybe a scammer trying to get me to be his sugarbaby or something like that.
I blocked of course but it got me thinking…
Even if it wasn’t a ploy or something I just wanna say:
Bitch in what world am I sugar baby material?😭I’m a hopeless, fat virgin who cuts herself to cope with stress(which doesn’t even work anymore), can’t maintain a healthy friendship to save her life, and will throw a hissy fit when things don’t go exactly as she wants it to go.
I struggle doing minimal tasks such as getting up in the morning, brushing my teeth and taking a shower.
I spent the last two days doing absolutely nothing but sleeping and scrolling on my phone, praying that I get more online attention.
They say people are complex but if I were a rubix puzzle i’d be a fucking dodecahedron.
I’m a mess and I wear that fact on my sleeve.
I doubt that I can handle a relationship, let alone a transactional one.
18♉️A cringeworthy, queer internet angel looking for fun. Most pics are from Pinterest.This is a catalogue of my mental illness >:3
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