When I observe normies couples on social networks during their vacations or in society I wonder about the procedure to follow to claim the same thing then I realize the abyssal gap that separates us, as if I had an evolutionary delay in interpersonal relations and that I was devoted to autistic interests that nobody gives a damn about except on obscure sites like here. All these trivial steps in the life of an adult seem so far away, it's impossible for me to conceptualize the fact that I could enjoy a house, a car and engage in activities with a woman. The fact that I could drive with her, give her gifts, spend intimate moments with her family is all fiction, and when I look to the future I see myself rotting on the streets as a homeless person, or in an apartment in a building with Soviet-era aesthetics.
