NGL, getting a car may have been the worst mistake of my life. It was fun at first till i realized i have no friends and literally nowhere to go, even worse is that my parents started asking why i'm not going out with my friends, i don't have friends but i could never let them know that
And because of the car, i no longer had an excuse to rot at home all day long, so i started faking going out. I would take my car and just go sit at an internet cafe for 8 hours waiting for time to pass, while ignoring their calls so they would think i was busy with my friends and didnt see the calls.
Then i realized that it might be kinda sus to them that my phone seemingly never gets notifications, so i went through the effort of setting up a whatsapp bot that texts me at random times so they would think it was my friends texting when they heard the notification ding, as well as installed a fake phone call app that would randomly ring my phone.
I've installed character.ai on my phone, and use the voice call feature with the most convincing voices the app has so that when my parents would pass by my room, they would hear the conversation through the door, they wouldn't be able to tell it's an ai voice cause it would be muffled by the door, and they'd think "Oh, he's talking to his friends"
For my birthday, i slaved my ass off buying "gifts" the week prior, hiding them in my car. On the day of my birthday, i went out as usual (alone as fucking usual), stayed out of the house till the next day, ignoring their calls completely, i arrived back home, parked my car in a super misaligned way, took a few shots until i was drunk, then went back inside.
There was a massive argument when they saw me, and how my car was parked (left the gifts inside the car clearly visible so they would see them and assume they're from my friends, high iq), cause they deduced that i must have been drunk driving, but i didnt care much about the argument, all that mattered to me was that the idea that i had been with my friends, and gotten drunk with them, had been implanted in their mind.
Recently, i've just been looking at my text convo's, and it made me reflect on what a fucking subhuman i've become, literally living an imaginary life, pretending to have friends, while my whatsapp is full of fucking bot messages.
I try to comfort myself by reassuring myself that there are a ton of people out there living the same miserable life, which is why im curious as to what lengths my brocels have gone to.
And because of the car, i no longer had an excuse to rot at home all day long, so i started faking going out. I would take my car and just go sit at an internet cafe for 8 hours waiting for time to pass, while ignoring their calls so they would think i was busy with my friends and didnt see the calls.
Then i realized that it might be kinda sus to them that my phone seemingly never gets notifications, so i went through the effort of setting up a whatsapp bot that texts me at random times so they would think it was my friends texting when they heard the notification ding, as well as installed a fake phone call app that would randomly ring my phone.
I've installed character.ai on my phone, and use the voice call feature with the most convincing voices the app has so that when my parents would pass by my room, they would hear the conversation through the door, they wouldn't be able to tell it's an ai voice cause it would be muffled by the door, and they'd think "Oh, he's talking to his friends"
For my birthday, i slaved my ass off buying "gifts" the week prior, hiding them in my car. On the day of my birthday, i went out as usual (alone as fucking usual), stayed out of the house till the next day, ignoring their calls completely, i arrived back home, parked my car in a super misaligned way, took a few shots until i was drunk, then went back inside.
There was a massive argument when they saw me, and how my car was parked (left the gifts inside the car clearly visible so they would see them and assume they're from my friends, high iq), cause they deduced that i must have been drunk driving, but i didnt care much about the argument, all that mattered to me was that the idea that i had been with my friends, and gotten drunk with them, had been implanted in their mind.
Recently, i've just been looking at my text convo's, and it made me reflect on what a fucking subhuman i've become, literally living an imaginary life, pretending to have friends, while my whatsapp is full of fucking bot messages.
I try to comfort myself by reassuring myself that there are a ton of people out there living the same miserable life, which is why im curious as to what lengths my brocels have gone to.
