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>>28234
Honestly never heard of that before. Looking into it I can see how a lot of it would apply, aside from the sickness thing. I'm like some baka that never gets sick. Which makes me a little skeptical of labels like that with broad symptoms that can apply to a lot of people.
>>28229
Not bad advice. I really should force myself to be more social and outgoing and crap, not that I haven't tried, it's just mentally draining. Even if I can somehow bullshit my way though interactions with people enough to make them not hate me, I can't keep it up, and part of me worries they might actually take a shine to me. With few exceptions, I've had mostly bad experiences getting close to people. It's like I've been rewired over a life of rejection abuse and manipulation, to freak out if people start getting too friendly with me. Then they're going to start expecting things of me, wanting things, least of all I'd have to keep bullshitting and acting normal happy and friendly. They might screw me over, intentionally or unintentionally if I give them the opportunity to, so I give them nothing.
Going out feels pointless. anywhere I go, I'm just going to ask myself what the point of being there is. Go hiking? Go to the beach? Go to a park? Why? What am I supposed to do there? Normies have fun or find it relaxing, I get that, I just don't get much out of it myself. It's like yeah that's an objectively good view, now what? I take photos simply because it's the thing to do, maybe even help give some point to the trip, as if to say taking the photo was part of the goal. There is no goal though, no point, no anything other than to enjoy yourself, and that I can't do. Me and emotions like joy and happiness don't really get along. The best I can do is feel a sense of comfort when alone, because then I know no one is going to bother me.
I do wish things could have been different, I see people laughing and playing together, having fun and seeming to enjoy life. To do the same feels like trying to shove a square peg into a round hole. I've tried to shave off my corners, even met a few people who tried to help a little here and there, but in the end I think I'm a lost cause. All I can do is watch as an outsider as a world I have no place in passes me by, and hope no one notices and starts to bother me.
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