I don’t tell people things because they weaponize it against me later. Not handing you knives to stab me with no matter how you frame it.
I think you might need better mates. Unless the things you’re doing is kicking dogs.
Also dog kicker better watch out who he shares that info with before he accidentally makes friends with John Wick.
if they’re gonna do that why are you hanging out with these people
I left a new friendship real fast because he said, “I take pleasure in mocking my friends.”
And I told him, “I’m not interested in that level of immaturity” and he texts me every few months with random YouTube videos left on seen.
I’m too old for this shit.
this is the way
I never could quite understand how to describe the experience of “clicking” or “meshing” with someone. Now I realize its got to do with the mutual ability to differentiate between communication from an emotional thought and that from a logical thought.
When I’m not clicking with someone they’re probably regularly misattributing and applying the opposed source of communication and acting on it. When someone assigns an emotional thought to the logic bin it feels like backstabbing, like the thought is weaponized against me while I was being vulnerable.
Anyways, that’s why i talk to you as little as possible Steve.
The idea that women can’t be just as emotionally unavailable and fucked up as men is laughable. Women are simply forced to pass and simulate the acceptable emotions you want them to have.
This post describes me down to the letter. Friends have issues with it but over time they’ve come to understand it’s just how I am. In men, its stoic. In women, you’re a cold bitch.
Or one can always smile, always laugh, always demure, always dissemble, always hide, always mask, always be emotionally removed.
That sounds tiring, doesn’t wearing that heavy of a mask constantly start itching the soul?
My point is that when women are withdrawn and emotionally unavailable, they are more likely to have been conditioned to present (and perhaps are more capable of presenting) a false face so that those around them are not aware in the first place. And yes, it’s known to be incredibly fatiguing, sometimes to the point where you can’t really do anything else.
They were Isekaid and turned into a slime that had sex with everything that moved.
But they returned now and don’t want to talk about the orgies. They miss em.
r u me?
everything that moved.
Why limit yourself?
Would you rather me tell you about the tank of helium and the bag and hoses I bought and then returned, or do you just want to go back to playing cards and getting on with things?
Made the right choice BTW, stay strong.
I don’t know if it was strength or not. I fell in love. Went to visit a friend I have known for 20 years but never met in person. Intended for it to be a goodbye. Plan was to go see him, get back home, mail the letters, drive to the ocean, and watch the sea as it happened. Even bought clear bags to make sure I could see it.
Fell in love with him while I was there. Not sure if that’ll work out or not, but it gave me a reason to live. And if it doesn’t work out, it means there might be other reasons to live still out there. I had only ever had the one reason, it was an honest to surprise to find out there could be another.
The key is that you persist. I call it survival or I like to say, despite whatever is going on, “yet I still persist”. Finding new and different reasons to help you maintain this persistence are also very important. Stay here don’t leave. That’s it.
I hope you continue to find new reasons.
Exactly. I couldn’t agree more.
When killing yourself the right thing to do is to set it up some piano wire in such a way that you’re able to sever your own head, AFTER supergluing your hands to the side of your head.
Its crucial that you have a friend that’s in on it so that they can remove the piano wire when they “stumble” on to your dead body, and the investigators struggle to figure out how and why your ripped your own head off.
Do me a favor and practice what you preach.
Good example.
Ive got the opposite problem of a lot of the comments here. When I go away alone for some time to think about things. When I come back I people genuinely care more than I do.
When people try and ask whats going on i dont want to share anything with them because ive already thought it through and I dont want to think about it anymore and return to my daily routine.
I dont know why this is but whenever i do something that isnt being happy or relaxed or whenever i share any thoughts or feelings that are slightly sad or negative people react like I just told them I’m considering killing myself. Then they get upset and I have to spend time and energy comforting them and reassuring them that I’m fine. So far all my partners have been like this and I’m really hoping this isnt normal because it makes me not want to find another relationship.
If it helps at all, I was in this situation in my former long term relationship and my current partner isn’t like that in the slightest.
That is reassuring. I’ll have to do something to filter those people out like cry on the first date lol.
That is likely to scare away even people that would be fine with it 2 months in. Most people are not trying to become your therapist on day 1.
I never heard of any man who will go away for hours or days? This is honestly messed up. But the way people talk about this sounds like it’s normal.
I feel like this person is talking about a coworker who didn’t come to work for a few days and doesn’t wanna talk about why. I’ve been this coworker before, so maybe I’m just projecting.
Oh I understand now.
I was confused by the post because it made it sound like men do this at home.
Maybe not days, but hours? That’s not really all that weird. Depending on the context, of course. But needing a few hours alone to process something is pretty reasonable imo.
My friendships are the kind where we won’t see eachother for six months then hang out like not a day has passed.
Pretty much. See each other 15 times in a decade. Easily best pal over there.
I’ve done it. When I’m emotional I just want to be alone. Being around people doesn’t help at all. Hell I’ve taken a week of PTO just to stay home by myself and not have to talk to anyone.
When I was younger, I worked second shift. I used to get off work at midnight and drive 5 hours north to watch the sun rise on the beach.
Didn’t matter the weather or time of year, If I was stressing and didn’t want to go home to my empty lonely apartment, I’d take a short road trip as far as I could go. I miss doing it tbh.
I never told anyone about it, no one ever asked.
Yeah it’s pretty normal bachelor stuff.
Women are obsessed with their own and each other’s safety in a way that men just aren’t. I mean, the girl I was dating when I was 25, her mother still forbade her from driving on certain sections of busy highways. I had full run of the US highway system at 17.
Women will get pretty close with their roommates, exchange contact info, and will tell each other detailed plans on where they’re going, memorize what they’re wearing, fill out missing persons forms in advance, etc. When I went back to college in my late 20’s, I got a room with three other guys, and if you asked me the day I moved out what their names were I think I would have struggled to tell you. They didn’t involve me in their lives and I didn’t them.
The times I stayed overnight with a girl? Weekends visiting my parents? That time I wandered off into the Uwharries for three days? They probably didn’t notice I was gone. I passed one of my roommates in the hall one day and he mentioned he had just gotten back from Nigeria. I didn’t notice he had left the country for two weeks.
Yes. Yes, we do.
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My mom was a man?
What am I supposed to say, that I was abducted and probed and got to hang out with big foot and Michael Jackson before being dropped off in Iowa?
You deserved better, Lewis. But I’m happy you came back.
I feel like if most husbands or dads did this they would have some splaining to do. I’m not sure who’s doing this but it sounds sus
Men that are not dads or husbands. They exist.
Speech is silver, silence is golden.
Now I’m angry, I need to punch someone
We meet with our inner Enkidus, to fight our inner Ḫumbabas.
