You cant start in the middle

[justuseless]

Late night water thoughts but

If you didn't lifemax at an earlier age, if you never managed to make friends or even learn the art of small talk, you just can't start later on. All the NTfags you interact with will have lifemogged you to oblivion. You're basically a child trying to talk to adults. They'll notice it about you. The dumb stuff you blurt out while trying to act normal gives it away. They'll subconsciously class you as an autist even if you're not and even if they dont know what an autist is.

You get slightly better at pretending to be "normal" with time but really what improves is your ability to mask and delay people finding out what a total loser you are.

I imagine it gets easier once you can fit the archetype of the lonely hardworking old guy at work, if you ever make it that far. Youngfags wont pry into your personal life or care much for you. They'll probably assume you're divorced and depressed. And older people who can tell might be more sympathetic. Or maybe not.

A life of wageslaving really isn't meant for an inkwell

 

[sonogonz]

holy trvthnvke

 

[PureImagination]

Once your puberty is done, it’s over for you

 

[despisedpaul]

i need poosy and gf

 

[bathlete]

it’s a great deal off my back not interacting with ntpcs but i’ve been scathed in remnant purgatory of those flashbacks. i thought i was able to mask it perfectly but even online i tried to squirm into a semi transpicuous keenness rather than recoil at their expectation to reciprocate and i was passive aggressively brushed off so i was floating through galactic radicalized barriers.

it’s either their fast criterion is lead by the comporting status agendum within serial abduction of chipping their in-marginal still adopted regularity and quarter hardihood between fortification parody and interpersonally replaceable jaundice dialectic itself or that spastic limbo wasn’t thawed on pressing textbook endeavors, which i don’t care to gauge between the lines of any of those immediate combinations; i personally don’t think they generate enough abominable coverage feeding slips of their cushion into time because winners are the losers of a split instant and i’ve visualized without restraint the panoptic tourists looking into the zoo far before stabilizing myself here ha ha ha

i realized a lot of reciprocal filler was being excused for their filters but nothing to otherwise hold as real substance to deduce from and all that work for others never apply to my ruminating biases. it’s funny when they try to approach the detractory angles at the same local pinch for an obstructed attempt since it’s obvious it’s all very “cultural first order agnostic” chuddery and grind and memetic improv bubblebro or femfag code. not much distinct racketeering in real life, i think i was pursuing my confirmation bias. i can coordinate my wheely balance to a brittle mask just as theirs, but i’m not willing to give them the benefit of the doubt because varietal vibes package themselves exactly how they come across.

like they could preserve a philosophical case in maximal metrics or mechanics about broad creative expression and while i wouldn’t agree with it their applicable exposure to it would be justifiably functional for the indefinite interpretations of their own founded reimbursements of a suppressed collective rebound that don’t apply to my realm of respite experimentation.