Celius
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I’ve been thinking of hitting the books lately since summer is almost over and I always like getting a head start before the start of each semester and I just can’t do it.
Everytime I open a book, my mind just instantly wanders off to fuck knows where and I get overwhelmed with this acute sense of emptiness and despair. It’s like I can no longer find myself being fundamentally capable of concentrating on ANYthing that’s not constantly stimulating (e.g. vidya) and before you pseudoscientist leddit larping soyboys diagnose me with ADHD on behalf of coming off as condescendingly intelligent then let me tell ya that NO, this has nothing to do with any sort of compulsive pattern of thinking and or behaving, it’s literally all to do with loneliness and how badly it’s taken a mental toll on my well being to a point that I now perceive anything that’s short of consistently helping me escape from myself and my own predicament as torturous.
Not to mention just how fucking monotonously tedious and difficult the textbooks are. You need to clock in at least 100hrs of any% studyslaving on every single one of them, otherwise over. You can kiss that degree a farewell.
The college life and university in general is not suited for an incel. All your peers and normies have no difficulty going through with this purely because they’re in good social circles and are happily fucking each other all while you’re rotting on your own. How you’re supposed to NOT find this suicide inducing is beyond me.
Everytime I open a book, my mind just instantly wanders off to fuck knows where and I get overwhelmed with this acute sense of emptiness and despair. It’s like I can no longer find myself being fundamentally capable of concentrating on ANYthing that’s not constantly stimulating (e.g. vidya) and before you pseudoscientist leddit larping soyboys diagnose me with ADHD on behalf of coming off as condescendingly intelligent then let me tell ya that NO, this has nothing to do with any sort of compulsive pattern of thinking and or behaving, it’s literally all to do with loneliness and how badly it’s taken a mental toll on my well being to a point that I now perceive anything that’s short of consistently helping me escape from myself and my own predicament as torturous.
Not to mention just how fucking monotonously tedious and difficult the textbooks are. You need to clock in at least 100hrs of any% studyslaving on every single one of them, otherwise over. You can kiss that degree a farewell.
The college life and university in general is not suited for an incel. All your peers and normies have no difficulty going through with this purely because they’re in good social circles and are happily fucking each other all while you’re rotting on your own. How you’re supposed to NOT find this suicide inducing is beyond me.