whatevs
Mining for copium in the weirdest places.
- Jan 15, 2022
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Chronic illness (and sexual dysfunction) is likely the main reason why I feel cornered into voluntary death, but loneliness is a close second.
I lost my group of friends in late highschool/college because I started having symptoms of whatever that afflicts me and also I endured an entire year of pelvic pain (when you are a man this simply feels like your dick hurts lol). They couldn't understand it and I couldn't even show up for the partying anymore either way. Some of them were good friends in a way and I don't hold a lot of grudges, it just was something that normal, healthy people are not equipped to deal with. This was 10 years ago.
I went on to have an online friendship with someone with a similar situation This friendship was the longest and most intimate since my problems started. My time assessment is off, but it had to last at least 4 years. He was of a similar age, same gender, from the same continent, also afflicted with mental and physical ailments. However, as time went on differences surfaced. I began to feel contempt and repulsion at him. The things he cared about, or those that he found funny, started to really repel me. This happens to me with most people, although with a lot of people it appears very early on. One shrink diagnosed with vulnerable narcissism and I think that one asshole nailed it better than the rest. I have to be fair and share some of his side of the story (first friend), he began to lash out and be outspoken about "my superiority complex". I believe this is relevant.
So our relationship ended when his nonsense became unbearable. He wanted to become a rap singer, and shared with me his fondness for "gangsta rap". That is poisonous music about murdering people for money, having sex without affection and trafficking with drugs. It's complete filth and shouldn't be legal. I'm not pretending to be a saint, but if you mix idiocy, illiteracy, crass materialism and violence you don't produce music, you produce some kind of cultural disease. So I just stopped talking to him for good after a brief and bitter exchange.
I feel sad about not being able to like and respect people and hold relationships. I don't want to be this way and I know for a fact it is pushing me to suicide.
The rest of my failed friendships were, most of them, similar in that I found something about people that I couldn't stomach or became "bitchy" about it with them. The last one was a little different in that I didn't attack or despise the person, but because I shared some paranormal experiences that I cherish with him he started to become contemptous himself and enacted some bizarre closing ceremony in Telegram where he showed up with a ridiculous riddle, insisted that I tried to solved it and despite me accepting that I couldn't solve it and that I wanted the answer he kept poking me and repeating how easy the riddle was, refusing to explain the solution. The whole thing was set up so that he could "prove" that I wasn't as intelligent as I thought, and then leave asserting that I would likely not have such a great life. I was stunned, he didn't seem that deranged.
I also had female friends and they failed as well, a couple of them. It's a really distancing or disengaging feeling to see how you seem unable to have friends. For me at least, this makes hard assigning value to life, since a lot of the ways people use to fill their days with meaning are social in nature, and that includes even most religions.
I lost my group of friends in late highschool/college because I started having symptoms of whatever that afflicts me and also I endured an entire year of pelvic pain (when you are a man this simply feels like your dick hurts lol). They couldn't understand it and I couldn't even show up for the partying anymore either way. Some of them were good friends in a way and I don't hold a lot of grudges, it just was something that normal, healthy people are not equipped to deal with. This was 10 years ago.
I went on to have an online friendship with someone with a similar situation This friendship was the longest and most intimate since my problems started. My time assessment is off, but it had to last at least 4 years. He was of a similar age, same gender, from the same continent, also afflicted with mental and physical ailments. However, as time went on differences surfaced. I began to feel contempt and repulsion at him. The things he cared about, or those that he found funny, started to really repel me. This happens to me with most people, although with a lot of people it appears very early on. One shrink diagnosed with vulnerable narcissism and I think that one asshole nailed it better than the rest. I have to be fair and share some of his side of the story (first friend), he began to lash out and be outspoken about "my superiority complex". I believe this is relevant.
So our relationship ended when his nonsense became unbearable. He wanted to become a rap singer, and shared with me his fondness for "gangsta rap". That is poisonous music about murdering people for money, having sex without affection and trafficking with drugs. It's complete filth and shouldn't be legal. I'm not pretending to be a saint, but if you mix idiocy, illiteracy, crass materialism and violence you don't produce music, you produce some kind of cultural disease. So I just stopped talking to him for good after a brief and bitter exchange.
I feel sad about not being able to like and respect people and hold relationships. I don't want to be this way and I know for a fact it is pushing me to suicide.
The rest of my failed friendships were, most of them, similar in that I found something about people that I couldn't stomach or became "bitchy" about it with them. The last one was a little different in that I didn't attack or despise the person, but because I shared some paranormal experiences that I cherish with him he started to become contemptous himself and enacted some bizarre closing ceremony in Telegram where he showed up with a ridiculous riddle, insisted that I tried to solved it and despite me accepting that I couldn't solve it and that I wanted the answer he kept poking me and repeating how easy the riddle was, refusing to explain the solution. The whole thing was set up so that he could "prove" that I wasn't as intelligent as I thought, and then leave asserting that I would likely not have such a great life. I was stunned, he didn't seem that deranged.
I also had female friends and they failed as well, a couple of them. It's a really distancing or disengaging feeling to see how you seem unable to have friends. For me at least, this makes hard assigning value to life, since a lot of the ways people use to fill their days with meaning are social in nature, and that includes even most religions.