I have bad luck at restaurants. Order wrong, hair in food, obnoxious guest sitting next to me, ordered and paid and totally forgotten about, waitress quit her job while I was waiting on her to bring food, ordered a cheeseburger at a drive thru and got home and there was no burger patty on it, hibachi restaurant hostess didn’t turn the grill on for the chef and had to wait 30mins for it to warm up. I’m polite. It’s not me.
I constantly feel lonely, but too socially anxious to go out and try to socialize. Keeping existing friendships alive or forming new ones is also something I struggle with.
Socializing ain’t worth it anyway. Lot of work for absolutely no result. I guess thats my curse.
Luckily I’m good at self-entertainment. I thrive in solitariness. Introvert to my bones. Still, would have been nice to have someone to be alone together with sometimes.
I don’t mind being alone for the most part, I have a lot of things I want to do and those activities are (mostly) solitary. Still, there are certain things that I crave others for. I want to go out, to concerts, party, travel, have a good time, and I want to do that with others. I feel like I used to handle loneliness in a better way, but now I’m just feeling depressed and slightly suicidal over it. And I don’t know how to fix it…
Traveling alone, with only last-minute planning, is great though. Eating at restaurants alone in a different country without having to wait for someone, or visit parks without having to follow someone.
And depression can be medicated. And I refuse to let my own happiness be dependent upon someone else, I once decided. Other than that, I got no idea how to fix it either. Would love to be able to see myself as others see me so that I can correct whatever I’m doing wrong.
For me it’s not so much the solitude I enjoy. Many people seem to feel like being alone is the worst thing and being with anyone else is better than that. I feel like there are many people who being with is worse than being alone. I enjoy my own company. That’s the bar one needs to reach for me to want to hang with them.
Dice hate me. It doesn’t matter the context, if I need to roll, it’s gonna go poorly for me.
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I have extremely specific interests which makes me quite difficult to please. I usually can’t say I like some certain subject because I like a specific sub-category of that subject and the rest doesn’t interest me at all even though to an outsider they may seem like the same thing.
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I over-think and over-analyze everything. I assume most things people say and do have some deep meaning which I’m always trying to figure out. I’m kind of subconscioussly assuming every comment others makes is the end result of a long chain of logic and reasoning.
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It’s almost impossible for me to get upset about stuff in the media for example and thus people may often assume I’m for something only because I’m not violently against it. I feel like I have quite strong sense of empathy and I can view many things from both sides and I find a ton of nuance in everything. Things that are simple to others are very complex to me.
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I have bit of a superiority complex. The thing just is that I don’t consider myself to be especially intelligent - just that many others seem to be way below the treshold I’m expecting from an average person. I have almost no tolerance for people who seem uncapable of generating independent thoughts. If your opinions are consistently predictable then I lose respect for you.
I was fully prepared to make my own top level comment, but I see someone already said exactly everything I was thinking.
Do you also sometimes feel like the real world is just a bit too real? Like you can’t find anything special or magical about the world? I feel that is a curse, too, when I see so many people who see something about life and the world I just don’t see.
I have near perfect timing.
I can set a ten minute timer, walk away, and then wander back into the room ten seconds before the beep.
I can go to sleep without an alarm set and wake up at 4am if I need to.
Everyone around me is late. All. The. Time.
