Someone posted about Nikolas Cruz, so I ended up watching his interrogation tape. Even though he's spergmaxxing to claim insanity, the interrogation kinda has comfy vibes. I mean, getting interrogated after shooting up a school is obviously not meant to be nice, but it still seems to be a way nicer than all the social interactions I've experienced. The interrogator is actually interested in getting answers, so he listens carefully and asks follow-up questions. I've never had anyone caring for me so much in my life.
I've been to two fucking therapists and I felt completely ignored. Therapists are expensive as shit here and I couldn't even afford one now if I wanted. All I expected was getting listened to in exchange for a quite big sum of money and they still managed to fuck up. They only asked generic questions and never reffered to the things I've said. Fucking text parser ELIZA from 1966 is a better therapist. It's obvious that they have to start with something, but if after few sessions they're still only interested in asking generic questions to tick off boxes in their questionnaires, it's over. One of them didn't even seem to bother to read her notes about me before the appointment because she asked the same questions over and over again.
There are very few people I remember fondly or even neutrally. One of them (the ones I remember fondly) is my Japanese tutor. Now that I analyze her interactions with me, there was nothing extraordinary. Her teaching method was boring and bland and she was overall nice to me, but that's expected from a paid tutor. The thing that stands out about her is that at the beginning of every class she'd offer me tea and ask me to choose the flavor. It's such a petty psychological trick, but I think that's why I remember her fondly: because I kinda got tricked into thinking someone cared about my opinion for a second.
I'm literally the easiest person to satisfy. Seriously, there were many points in my life when I considered joining a cult just to get love-bombed. I'm exactly the kind of person who'd get tricked into buying something just because the salesman bothered to remember my name and made a vague reference to my interests. I'm not even narcissistic (inb4 that's exactly something a narcissist would say), I've been told many times I'm a good listener due to my introversion, but even such person can't go all life getting completely ignored. It's so easy to satisfy me and yet hundreds of normies I've met managed to fuck up. They fucked up so badly that getting listened to is such an extremely improbable thing to me that I can only imagine getting attention by getting interrogated after committing some horrible crime.
I've been to two fucking therapists and I felt completely ignored. Therapists are expensive as shit here and I couldn't even afford one now if I wanted. All I expected was getting listened to in exchange for a quite big sum of money and they still managed to fuck up. They only asked generic questions and never reffered to the things I've said. Fucking text parser ELIZA from 1966 is a better therapist. It's obvious that they have to start with something, but if after few sessions they're still only interested in asking generic questions to tick off boxes in their questionnaires, it's over. One of them didn't even seem to bother to read her notes about me before the appointment because she asked the same questions over and over again.
There are very few people I remember fondly or even neutrally. One of them (the ones I remember fondly) is my Japanese tutor. Now that I analyze her interactions with me, there was nothing extraordinary. Her teaching method was boring and bland and she was overall nice to me, but that's expected from a paid tutor. The thing that stands out about her is that at the beginning of every class she'd offer me tea and ask me to choose the flavor. It's such a petty psychological trick, but I think that's why I remember her fondly: because I kinda got tricked into thinking someone cared about my opinion for a second.
I'm literally the easiest person to satisfy. Seriously, there were many points in my life when I considered joining a cult just to get love-bombed. I'm exactly the kind of person who'd get tricked into buying something just because the salesman bothered to remember my name and made a vague reference to my interests. I'm not even narcissistic (inb4 that's exactly something a narcissist would say), I've been told many times I'm a good listener due to my introversion, but even such person can't go all life getting completely ignored. It's so easy to satisfy me and yet hundreds of normies I've met managed to fuck up. They fucked up so badly that getting listened to is such an extremely improbable thing to me that I can only imagine getting attention by getting interrogated after committing some horrible crime.
