KingChemist
Colossal failure with women
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If any of you have been following me for the past few months, you know that I recently went over a list of all the girls within my social circle and tried to ask each one of them out. Needless to say, I once again accumulated a 100% rejection rate. Consequently, I no longer know any girl at all whom I can at least go out with once...
Fast forward to a month or so back, someone notices my day to day frustration and sadness with this matter and refers me to a psychiatrist via my university's student services. The vice chair of my faculty talks to the professors to let me miss class one day so I go see the psychiatrist. I go and see the guy and he tells me that there are people in my school who are concerned about my health. (I find this hard to believe lowkey. I don't think anyone is necessarily concerned about me or my health. People just don't want to see my frustration snowball into something big and end up harming them.) The guy asks me about friends, relationships and etc. Since I myself hate bullshitting people, I just tell him everything going on in my life without sugar coating a single fact. The guy hears me out then tells me he is saddened to hear this kinda stuff going on in my life. There was also a stacy-light counselor in his office who tells me "I think you're a cool guy because you're doing engineering in a really tough school. I am sure one day you will make a very special girl REALLY happy" (IDK how that's supposed to happen lol). After another few minutes, the guy prescribes me anti-depressants and tells me to take one at least once a day before each meal so I can feel a bit better.
I now essentially have nothing to look forward to in my life but to work, LDAR, and pretend to be happy with the use of drugs.
22 years of rejection took a BIG BIG toll on me. Man, I REALLY wish I was chad... fuck this shit for real.
Fast forward to a month or so back, someone notices my day to day frustration and sadness with this matter and refers me to a psychiatrist via my university's student services. The vice chair of my faculty talks to the professors to let me miss class one day so I go see the psychiatrist. I go and see the guy and he tells me that there are people in my school who are concerned about my health. (I find this hard to believe lowkey. I don't think anyone is necessarily concerned about me or my health. People just don't want to see my frustration snowball into something big and end up harming them.) The guy asks me about friends, relationships and etc. Since I myself hate bullshitting people, I just tell him everything going on in my life without sugar coating a single fact. The guy hears me out then tells me he is saddened to hear this kinda stuff going on in my life. There was also a stacy-light counselor in his office who tells me "I think you're a cool guy because you're doing engineering in a really tough school. I am sure one day you will make a very special girl REALLY happy" (IDK how that's supposed to happen lol). After another few minutes, the guy prescribes me anti-depressants and tells me to take one at least once a day before each meal so I can feel a bit better.
I now essentially have nothing to look forward to in my life but to work, LDAR, and pretend to be happy with the use of drugs.
22 years of rejection took a BIG BIG toll on me. Man, I REALLY wish I was chad... fuck this shit for real.