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>>23029
I simply don't enjoy being around people. It always feels like a chore, and a very tiring one at that.
I'm not a full hiki at the moment because I unfortunately have to work for a living, but I don't really leave the house to do anything other than work, buy groceries and exercise.
I have a job, and I don't like interacting with my co-workers, even though most of them are friendly to me and even invite me to dinner parties and the like.
I've always disliked most of my family. Haven't seen any of them in years, and I ignore all their emails.
I went to a few parties and clubs, and always ended up simply wishing I was back home, despite the fact that there were actually girls hitting on me (I'm in fairly good physical shape because I do strength training every day, pull-ups etc.).
Alcohol doesn't help, it makes me a bit more talkative, but it still all feels like I'm just play-acting to hide my boredom behind a mask of cheerfulness, and the hangover makes me feel horrible the next day.
I tried going to a few festivals and an anime convention, but even though I did manage to strike up conversations with random people much more successfully than I had anticipated, I didn't actually enjoy my time at those events.
I've had sex a few times, and didn't like it all that much. It's physically exhausting, in addition to the mental exhaustion I already feel at that point due to having to socially interact with a female human.
I've only once had a crush on a girl, and also had the courage to actually talk to her about it, but she rejected me, so there you go, I've never had a 3DPD.
I even stopped watching anime a few years ago, because even the simulated social experiences that fictional TV shows provide don't interest me anymore. When I do watch anime or read manga, it's mostly out of a feeling of guilt because I'm letting my once-superb knowledge of the Japanese language go to waste.
Sometimes I daydream about how it would be to have kids, and put a lot of thought into how I would raise them, educate them, play with them, make their lives better than my parents made mine. But I realize I have some deep-seated psychological problems, and I'm worried I might end up abusing/traumatizing them in some way. I wouldn't put it past myself to just lose interest in them after a few years and simply discard them, or kill myself while they're still young.
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