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Wizard
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- Joined
- Nov 20, 2017
- Posts
- 9
I talked to her online and around then you weren't expected to share photos and people didn't have webcams. I knew she was real actually and saw her face. The internet was pretty different from it is now, "lol so randum" and *glomping* was actually a viable way to talk to girls; you fuckers missed out. There was less competition too then since the internet was for social outcasts.
I don't think about her at all while I'm awake, it would be insane to. I can't even remember anything about her really, I wouldn't even want to have the same IM conversations I had then for goodness sake, there is literally nothing about that experience I can even daydream about it's so long ago and so foreign to me.
But every other fucking month I wake up from a dream when I'm thinking about if we'd got in to a relationship, if we'd met offline, if we were still together for a decade. This is my only reference point for my brain when desiring relationships, it is literal torment to wake up in this stuff because it's so absurd that my brain focuses on that. I guess this is intense loneliness in action. A brain craving for something my rational mind has already dismissed entirely. It honestly ruins a couple of days every time it happens because I feel a profound sense of loss and loneliness that I have to wait out.
I never got oneitis stuff, I never obsessed about women, but this fucking haunts me. This is a level of pathetic I'm ashamed to share even here. But this is what happens when you're socially isolated for so long.
I don't think about her at all while I'm awake, it would be insane to. I can't even remember anything about her really, I wouldn't even want to have the same IM conversations I had then for goodness sake, there is literally nothing about that experience I can even daydream about it's so long ago and so foreign to me.
But every other fucking month I wake up from a dream when I'm thinking about if we'd got in to a relationship, if we'd met offline, if we were still together for a decade. This is my only reference point for my brain when desiring relationships, it is literal torment to wake up in this stuff because it's so absurd that my brain focuses on that. I guess this is intense loneliness in action. A brain craving for something my rational mind has already dismissed entirely. It honestly ruins a couple of days every time it happens because I feel a profound sense of loss and loneliness that I have to wait out.
I never got oneitis stuff, I never obsessed about women, but this fucking haunts me. This is a level of pathetic I'm ashamed to share even here. But this is what happens when you're socially isolated for so long.