demonapocalypse
Greenlighter
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- Apr 15, 2021
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For so, so many years I have tied nearly all of my unhappiness to my inability to socialize. I just can't carry a casual conversation, and it kills me. I really wish, more than anything, that I was able to just walk into a bar and start a conversation that maintains my interest throughout while feeling comfortable--I feel like I have so many cards stacked against me, I can never find things to talk about or ways to reply to most conversations and I have a stammer which makes me so fucking anxious to even try.
Going into high school, I was about to finally resolve this issue, puberty had hit me like a truck so I was now very attractive and athletic and made a shit ton of friends in no time. My issue was not entirely resolved, but I now had a shit ton of confidence/ability to not give a fuck which resulted in my stammer virtually dissapearing and found myself able to go up to random people and talk to them, while the conversation was not that enlightening due to me being a 14 year old, I had the ability to go up to random people and talk, it was fucking crazy. I guess things were going too well, cause within 2 months of this godsend transformation, I nearly died in surgery resulting in a monthlong hospital stay and lost all my athleticism and will to socialize as a result. I guess something got fucked up in my head because my stammer came back and it got a lot worse. I no longer had any motivation to hang out with my friends or exercise and ended up isolated teaching myself math while wired on adderall during my high school years. Probably the most influential period of my life wasted learning math.
Now that Im in college I am strongly experiencing the consequences of habituating myself to being alone, it feels like everyone around me has such an easy time sparking up conversation with other people while I just feel so incapable. It makes me near hate myself. When meeting new people with my friends they're always able to start talking to them so easily while I have no idea how to interject. Not only that, but I find so much of the shit people normally talk about to be retarded and boring that when I even do attempt to start a conversation it feels so forced that I have no motivation to even continue. I had a terrible time adapting to the social scene at first, I made some friends due to my roommate but felt like an outsider for a very long time before finally becoming comfortable with them. Now I don't feel much of a problem talking with them, however I often have trouble carrying a good conversation because my stammer makes me so self conscious that it drives me to keep my mouth shut as much as possible, and feel almost an instinctual response to lead a conversation to its death right after it begins just to save myself from the future embarrassment. I feel like such a pussy because of it, its genuinely an evil condition--I can't do shit about it besides get fucked up on Xanax to see some mild improvement. The stammer is genuinely terrible, with most bad things in my life I can rationalize my way out of them but with the stammer there's literally nothing I can do, its so fucked. I genuinely don't even know how I've been able to acquire any sort of friendship with people, even though I think im a good person and have some sort of accomplishments in my life, I feel like me being so shit at talking to new people should instantly bar me from making friends. Eventually I do get over this after getting close enough to a person, but otherwise I feel like the other person should see me as a train wreck for my inability to communicate and just never want to speak to me again. I think it has to be because my appearance is so opposite to the way I feel that people approach me with this great image of me that they stick to even though the way I come off on a first interaction should change their mind. I feel like if they saw my self hatred for not being able to not be socially retarded for a second they would pity me. I pity myself for it, and it genuinely is fucking retarded, this isn't the person I am or should have turned out to be.
Thankfully I'm on track to have a decent future, my time isolated on adderall has somehow caused me to become really smart so I have somehow retained a 4.0 as a premed/engineer at really good university so as long as I don't end up overdosing/becoming addicted to the shit I keep trying to fix my social retardation I think I will always have something in my life. However, until the day I am able to carry a good conversation with a stranger, I don't think I'll ever be happy. I love having friends and the fact that I can sometimes talk normally with them, but something about not being able to meet people properly fucks me up so badly in the head. It sounds so stupid but when I find myself with someone im not comfortable with and am forced to carry a shit conversation it kills me inside. Theres so much I could say about this but I guess im going to cut it here. I guess I just wanted to say this even though there's no point to it. I always think about how normal I could've turned out of my life didn't get fucked. I was so fucking close, if there is a god I think he is cruel for taking away what I had in that situation.
Going into high school, I was about to finally resolve this issue, puberty had hit me like a truck so I was now very attractive and athletic and made a shit ton of friends in no time. My issue was not entirely resolved, but I now had a shit ton of confidence/ability to not give a fuck which resulted in my stammer virtually dissapearing and found myself able to go up to random people and talk to them, while the conversation was not that enlightening due to me being a 14 year old, I had the ability to go up to random people and talk, it was fucking crazy. I guess things were going too well, cause within 2 months of this godsend transformation, I nearly died in surgery resulting in a monthlong hospital stay and lost all my athleticism and will to socialize as a result. I guess something got fucked up in my head because my stammer came back and it got a lot worse. I no longer had any motivation to hang out with my friends or exercise and ended up isolated teaching myself math while wired on adderall during my high school years. Probably the most influential period of my life wasted learning math.
Now that Im in college I am strongly experiencing the consequences of habituating myself to being alone, it feels like everyone around me has such an easy time sparking up conversation with other people while I just feel so incapable. It makes me near hate myself. When meeting new people with my friends they're always able to start talking to them so easily while I have no idea how to interject. Not only that, but I find so much of the shit people normally talk about to be retarded and boring that when I even do attempt to start a conversation it feels so forced that I have no motivation to even continue. I had a terrible time adapting to the social scene at first, I made some friends due to my roommate but felt like an outsider for a very long time before finally becoming comfortable with them. Now I don't feel much of a problem talking with them, however I often have trouble carrying a good conversation because my stammer makes me so self conscious that it drives me to keep my mouth shut as much as possible, and feel almost an instinctual response to lead a conversation to its death right after it begins just to save myself from the future embarrassment. I feel like such a pussy because of it, its genuinely an evil condition--I can't do shit about it besides get fucked up on Xanax to see some mild improvement. The stammer is genuinely terrible, with most bad things in my life I can rationalize my way out of them but with the stammer there's literally nothing I can do, its so fucked. I genuinely don't even know how I've been able to acquire any sort of friendship with people, even though I think im a good person and have some sort of accomplishments in my life, I feel like me being so shit at talking to new people should instantly bar me from making friends. Eventually I do get over this after getting close enough to a person, but otherwise I feel like the other person should see me as a train wreck for my inability to communicate and just never want to speak to me again. I think it has to be because my appearance is so opposite to the way I feel that people approach me with this great image of me that they stick to even though the way I come off on a first interaction should change their mind. I feel like if they saw my self hatred for not being able to not be socially retarded for a second they would pity me. I pity myself for it, and it genuinely is fucking retarded, this isn't the person I am or should have turned out to be.
Thankfully I'm on track to have a decent future, my time isolated on adderall has somehow caused me to become really smart so I have somehow retained a 4.0 as a premed/engineer at really good university so as long as I don't end up overdosing/becoming addicted to the shit I keep trying to fix my social retardation I think I will always have something in my life. However, until the day I am able to carry a good conversation with a stranger, I don't think I'll ever be happy. I love having friends and the fact that I can sometimes talk normally with them, but something about not being able to meet people properly fucks me up so badly in the head. It sounds so stupid but when I find myself with someone im not comfortable with and am forced to carry a shit conversation it kills me inside. Theres so much I could say about this but I guess im going to cut it here. I guess I just wanted to say this even though there's no point to it. I always think about how normal I could've turned out of my life didn't get fucked. I was so fucking close, if there is a god I think he is cruel for taking away what I had in that situation.
