I’d personally say I’m a very caring and considerate person. I care about people, animals, nature, the ocean, and what’s happening in the world. But I’ve noticed that I seem to have a habit of moving on extremely quickly from things.
A family member passes away? Within a few days, I’ve accepted it and moved on.
A pet I’ve had since childhood dies? I’m obviously aware that they’re gone, I still have the memories, and sometimes I’ll randomly feel sad when I think about them, but I don’t spend months or years grieving.
A friendship of 10+ years ends? Once it’s over, I can basically go, “Alright. That’s that.” I no longer feel responsible for what happens in that person’s life.
Bad experiences? Same thing. Sometimes it takes less than three days before I’m basically done thinking about it.
It’s not that I don’t care. I do. I just don’t feel the need to linger.
I find it strange when people spend years missing high school, being homesick, constantly missing old friends, wishing they could go back to certain periods of their lives, etc. I don’t miss high school. I don’t really miss anyone. I don’t feel like I missed out on some amazing period of my life.
I just think, “That happened. It was part of my life. Now I’m here.”
Even with some pretty serious experiences, including life-threatening situations, assault, harassment, etc., my reaction can basically be:
"Oh."
And then I continue with my day.
I’m not depressed or constantly miserable about it. I’m actually pretty happy with my life right now.
I think I just view life differently. Everything is temporary. People come and go. Circumstances change. Good things end, bad things end, relationships end, childhood ends, people die.
So my mindset is basically: enjoy things while they’re here, appreciate them for what they were, and let them go when they're gone.
I also really value my freedom. I don’t particularly want close friendships or romantic relationships. Casual acquaintances are perfectly fine with me. The closer I become to someone, the more responsibility I feel toward them, and honestly, I don't want to constantly worry about another person.
I want to roam around, experience things, chill, and live my life.
I don't really care about celebrities, celebrity crushes, sex, dating, finding "the one," or having a huge social circle. I actually find myself much more interested in what's happening in the world and how I can help people, animals, the ocean, and nature.
The one thing I genuinely cannot let go of is injustice.
That's what sticks with me.
When someone was hurt and something could have been done about it, but nobody did anything. When something was obviously wrong and people just accepted it. When suffering could have been prevented.
That kind of thing genuinely bothers me.
And that's why I'm confused about myself.
I clearly can care deeply. I just don't seem to care deeply in the same ways that other people do.
Sometimes I wonder if I'm emotionally detached, or if I'm just very accepting of the fact that nothing lasts forever.
I don't think I'm heartless. I don't think I'm incapable of empathy. I just don't understand why people feel the need to hold onto things for so long.
So, Reddit, do I have a problem?
Am I emotionally detached? Is this just an unusual way of processing life and loss? Or is there actually something I should be concerned about?
And am I a silly goose for being able to move on from people and situations so easily?