Venting How the fuck do you get out of the house??

[trying ungracefully]

I know what you need to do. You really just have to push yourself to do it but what do you do when that doesn't work. Sometimes it isn't even an anxiety it is just that I am a recluse and hate leaving the house. I think it is because I got comfortable here and it is hard to leave that comfort when everything outside pisses me off now.

Like I really do hate people in general. I love them but hate them I guess. So many are stupid, not self aware, no situational awareness, and just ignorant. Even in the car I get pissed off with people. I have set rules in my head that people should abide by socially and when someone steps out of it I hate it.

It's not even outlandish rules. Things like cross at the cross walk if you are near one, walk on the right side of the sidewalk, don't talk on the phone in public for long amounts of time, don't play audio on the bus, don't come up to me and be weird, etc. I think they are reasonable and what a lot of people agree with but not many can do it.

I haven't took the bus this week again. I don't know what to do. Something triggered me last night to want to move out so bad but I still seem so far from getting a job because I can't get on the bus. That is the only barrier right now, I know I can manage interviews as long as I practice a few times again.

It makes me feel so hopeless and ashamed of myself.

 

[NameOfAction]

I've nothing to say, other than I've not left the house for months. I don't know how tf it is done

I like people. I like nature. I just don't go. I associate the outside with inevitable suffering

 

[ScaredCutter]

i jist sit at the ftont door or somewhere close to the door so i can easily go back. i sit behind the front door though (i have 2 doord), the mesh allows breeze and the sun but i dont need to go out. i just do that instesd of leaving

 

[katara]

I've nothing to say, other than I've not left the house for months. I don't know how tf it is done

I like people. I like nature. I just don't go. I associate the outside with inevitable suffering

I haven't left in months either. It doesn't help that my mom makes everything worse and I have nobody who would ever help.