Darth_Homosexualis
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I hate weddings. In fact, I hate any sort of social gathering which entails and often necessitates the frivolous sort of banter which normies seem so favorably disposed to engage in with alacrity. I can’t do small talk and I hate the fact that most people in my very large extended family consider me to be socially awkward, which I am, as it begets even greater awkwardness, especially at large events where one is expected to conform to certain normative behavioral standards, e.g., being funny, relaxed, talkative and generally outgoing.
Unlike me, my brother is a gregarious, personable and an extremely sociable Chad who only has only a vague conception of my own sexual poverty and immiserating social isolation. While we have a good relationship that is based on our common love for pc gaming, firearms, drinking and movies and while I don’t feel as though I can honorably refuse his request, I know it is going to cause me immeasurable anxiety, trepidation and disconsolation just contemplating having to be at the epicenter of a massive social event. My own introverted and reticent qualities will be hugely amplified and exacerbated by virtue of being surrounded by a gaggle of outgoing and personable people including my younger uber-Stacy sister and her flock of cuntish foid friends who will likewise be an integral part of this event. As of now my plan is to do a couple lines of coke before I show up to the wedding (which I can get from my sister) or just get shitfaced retarded drunk to the point that I’m either oblivious to what I’m doing or just don’t give a fuck. I welcome suggestions.
Unlike me, my brother is a gregarious, personable and an extremely sociable Chad who only has only a vague conception of my own sexual poverty and immiserating social isolation. While we have a good relationship that is based on our common love for pc gaming, firearms, drinking and movies and while I don’t feel as though I can honorably refuse his request, I know it is going to cause me immeasurable anxiety, trepidation and disconsolation just contemplating having to be at the epicenter of a massive social event. My own introverted and reticent qualities will be hugely amplified and exacerbated by virtue of being surrounded by a gaggle of outgoing and personable people including my younger uber-Stacy sister and her flock of cuntish foid friends who will likewise be an integral part of this event. As of now my plan is to do a couple lines of coke before I show up to the wedding (which I can get from my sister) or just get shitfaced retarded drunk to the point that I’m either oblivious to what I’m doing or just don’t give a fuck. I welcome suggestions.