TheNEET
mentally crippled by sleepoverless teen years
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This is the source of all my problems. The schema goes as follows:
I think the biggest mental illness I suffer from is constantly excusing normies and trying to think "oh, maybe that's a bad apple". I haven't found a single good apple irl, as much as it seems unlikely, there seems not to be a single person who's not total scum and goes outside (I've seen some ok people online but similarly to me, they hide in their basements). Normies are cartoonishly evil and I'm constantly in disbelief how it's even possible but I can't ignore reality. I'm constantly gaslighted into going outside and trying to find friends because that should make me feel better and make my life worthwhile but normies are so evil that staying in my basement until I die seems to be the only tactic that won't lead me into insanity (well, it will lead me to insanity sooner or later anyway, but it's less dangerous). I wish I could just stay at home and feel ok with being friendless and never getting any affection -- it's the lesser evil.
- I'm disillusioned with normies, I retreat into my internal world
- I spend all my time interacting with fictional media, books, daydreaming etc.
- My mental health improves, I feel better and want to try something new
- Because all the media I consume deals with social interaction, I have a very idyllic view of it and want to start having friends "just like in my pony cartoon!"
- I try to make friends and I'm treated so harshly that it's hard to believe, normies act like edgy cartoon villains
- Rinse and repeat
I think the biggest mental illness I suffer from is constantly excusing normies and trying to think "oh, maybe that's a bad apple". I haven't found a single good apple irl, as much as it seems unlikely, there seems not to be a single person who's not total scum and goes outside (I've seen some ok people online but similarly to me, they hide in their basements). Normies are cartoonishly evil and I'm constantly in disbelief how it's even possible but I can't ignore reality. I'm constantly gaslighted into going outside and trying to find friends because that should make me feel better and make my life worthwhile but normies are so evil that staying in my basement until I die seems to be the only tactic that won't lead me into insanity (well, it will lead me to insanity sooner or later anyway, but it's less dangerous). I wish I could just stay at home and feel ok with being friendless and never getting any affection -- it's the lesser evil.