Eternal Observer
Spectral Entity
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- Joined
- Jul 26, 2019
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When i was a kid, i had friends that i would regularly hang out with. Overall, I was pretty normal. It wasn't until middle school that i noticed a drop in social interactions between me and others. Some of my friends had gone to different schools, others i just didn't have any classes with. Middle school was also where sexual selection began to sink its claws into females, and i noticed i wasnt selected by them. In fact, i would be made fun of by them and the more sexually successful guys because of how i looked. Leading into high school, this caused me great amounts of anxiety and grief, as i'd obviously liked quite a few girls by then. I also had some domestic shit going on at home that added to my negative experience. I noticed that getting a job would suck at first but would make me happier long-term since i could afford to pay for things i wanted with my own cash. Other than this, i wouldnt leave the house. The few friends i'd had would stop contacting me after a while, and i pretty much became a full-time recluse, especially after losing my job. Fast forward to today and i literally dont leave the house unless it's to walk to this corner store right outside the neighborhood. Not having a license or car also pretty much dashes any hopes of meeting to hang out with people.
The social isolation, which i've grown to accept as routine does take it's toll on my mental health. For example, i know that getting out of the house and maybe seeking another job would be ideal for alleviating some of the symptoms but i just can't do it. It feels like something inside of me has been completely snuffed out, crushed, destroyed. I can't explain it clearly in words. The closest thing i can compare it to is having no soul. I am cold and analytical, but apparently very lazy as well. I know what must be done, but something keeps my body from moving. Perhaps i've adopted helplessness as a trait subconsciously, as i always seem to fall back to it. I would love to get over it. I would love to get to a place where i don't have to vent on this god forsaken website for the angry, rejected and dispirited. I guess i just dont see a way out currently.
The social isolation, which i've grown to accept as routine does take it's toll on my mental health. For example, i know that getting out of the house and maybe seeking another job would be ideal for alleviating some of the symptoms but i just can't do it. It feels like something inside of me has been completely snuffed out, crushed, destroyed. I can't explain it clearly in words. The closest thing i can compare it to is having no soul. I am cold and analytical, but apparently very lazy as well. I know what must be done, but something keeps my body from moving. Perhaps i've adopted helplessness as a trait subconsciously, as i always seem to fall back to it. I would love to get over it. I would love to get to a place where i don't have to vent on this god forsaken website for the angry, rejected and dispirited. I guess i just dont see a way out currently.