They’re the ones that convinced me to get too stoned that one time, and then other times.
It broke my filter.
They did not like unfiltered me.
Fuck me, I guess, oh well.
At least I’m genuienly very very ok with being mostly a loner/introvert, that was always true about me.
I don’t need or miss other people. I don’t need their adulation, I don’t need to be constantly solving problems they cause, usually by doing the opposite of what I told them when they asked me for help previously.
But yeah, its not… trying to be lol xd random edgy annoying.
Its more like just not being able to not see things that most people don’t, or, in some level of their subconcious, are aware of, but are very insecure about.
Yeah, I get that. Learning people have blind spots they don’t like being called on, regardless of whether they’re aware of them, was a hard lesson for me. My instinct is to “help”. Most folk know their own brand of bullshit, though, and just want someone to say, “Man…that sucks!”, and move on. I have a hard time with that, still.
I had a core group once.
They’re the ones that convinced me to get too stoned that one time, and then other times.
It broke my filter.
They did not like unfiltered me.
Fuck me, I guess, oh well.
At least I’m genuienly very very ok with being mostly a loner/introvert, that was always true about me.
I don’t need or miss other people. I don’t need their adulation, I don’t need to be constantly solving problems they cause, usually by doing the opposite of what I told them when they asked me for help previously.
But yeah, its not… trying to be lol xd random edgy annoying.
Its more like just not being able to not see things that most people don’t, or, in some level of their subconcious, are aware of, but are very insecure about.
Yeah, I get that. Learning people have blind spots they don’t like being called on, regardless of whether they’re aware of them, was a hard lesson for me. My instinct is to “help”. Most folk know their own brand of bullshit, though, and just want someone to say, “Man…that sucks!”, and move on. I have a hard time with that, still.
Same here brother/sister/whathaveyou, same here.
Perhaps ironically, that does somewhat loop around into humor as coping mechanism:
Look at em go!
Ain’t gonna end well, but, look at 'em go!
Like uh, watching a car crash, that you’re pretty sure is gonna happen.
Kinda macabre or dark, but, well, c’est la vie.
Nah…I don’t think it’s all that macabre. It’s just…humans. I can’t fix anyone but me. To try invites madness.
But yeah…100% where my “use sarcasm and humor to cope” comes from.