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I am so antisocial... How antisocial am I? Let’s see; I have a friend who I love and respect, but we barely exchange text messages, and when he calls I don’t answer. There are other reasons I don’t pick up besides feeling antisocial but that’s the main one. I also avoid interactions with my sex slave ChrisSwallows, though I am proud to say I’ve forced myself to a few times, because I’ve been determined to change. I’ll go talk to him when I feel like I don’t want to talk to anyone on the entire planet, and it invariably does me good. Without him close by I would probably speak to no one for weeks, and that’s no exaggeration. The exception might be the clerk at a store, or a random encounter with a customer while making deliveries, but I really, seriously don’t interact with anyone on a daily basis. This should probably feel strange, but for me it is quite a relief. Gosh I don’t get along much with people these days. What else? I procrastinated while trying to sell my convertible Saab for so long that the engine trouble it was having got a bit worse, and as a result I had to drop the price I was asking pretty drastically. There have been quite a few replies to my “for sale” ad on Facebook, but I’m so antisocial I have been ignoring the vast majority of them. I got tired of typing the same reply, only to have no serious follow-ups, so I stopped altogether. If I hadn’t, it would probably be gone by now, but I don’t want to deal with people, dumb questions, and so on. There’s still an undeniable desire within me to be at least slightly sociable though. As much as I don’t like people, I ache for intelligent conversation, and a bit of tactile enjoyment wouldn’t hurt. Simple things like eye contact and a hug would fill up my soul for days, I imagine. The only people that bring a smile to my face lately are the workers at the warehouse where I pick up my deliveries. They won’t become friends or anything, but our brief interactions do bring me a tiny spurt of joy. And I finally managed to have breakfast with my only other true friend recently, and it was a wonderful treat instead of a chore, but it’s also something we cannot do very often as he has a life compared to me. You know; steady job, girlfriend, a . If only I could meet a female who finds me tolerable, the rest of the world wouldn’t matter. We could be antisocial together maybe. For right now, I am an army of 1 / one and it is a lonely fight.  |
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I won't give up - can't - and I will indeed stop by.
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