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Just got home.

Dual, you need less crappy friends. Fire the idiots you hang around now and hire a whole new set, because they ones you have now aren't up to snuff. They steal they break shit they lie....why do you feel the need to punish yourself with social interaction with these beings who are barely human?

I feel barely human myself most of the time. What made me feel alive is long dead; I'm a flat and eccentric character. Too passively weird for most people; I realise that I've become exquisitely esoteric. I've been hanging out with some normal people recently and I can't help but notice that our very vocabularies of the world are different. While most people my age still seem like kids, living with their parents, caught in the high school mentality that I never experienced, both my physical life and inner consciousness operate in ways that standard people will never understand.

The jerks in the group I've been relegated to (and it's certainly not the one I belong in) use me, and I can't say no. I was trained to be a doormat, and they take full advantage. They punish me by always calling, always showing up, always wanting something. If I could, I'd know none of them, and I've have real friends, but I don't know how anymore.

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So in other words, you're going to cop out because your self esteem is in the toilet. Nice.

Grow a spine, change your locks and let them know that they are not welcome in your life without respecting you.
 
So in other words, you're going to cop out because your self esteem is in the toilet. Nice.

Grow a spine, change your locks and let them know that they are not welcome in your life without respecting you.

Indeed. Listen to the wise Ewok.
 
So in other words, you're going to cop out because your self esteem is in the toilet. Nice.

Grow a spine, change your locks and let them know that they are not welcome in your life without respecting you.

No, I try, but it's easier said than done. Making friends is hard for people with my disorder; harder still when factoring in how different my life has been.

Regarding my locks, nobody has my keys, so that's not an issue. With the incident in the thread title, I had given my keys to a friend to take care of my house while I was away for a week - it was other assholes who took advantage of him when he was drunk. They're hardly in my life as it is. When you go full days and realise the only people you've had a face to face talk with were the barista at Starbucks and the cashier at Whole Foods, any sort of human contact is desirable, even if that contact is with an utter sociopath.
 
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