hikikomori
Elmo rules the world!
- Jun 16, 2023
- 4,160
My life has been an unending struggle in social interactions where I am inevitably reduced to the pitiful role of the quiet observer, no matter the situation, no matter the god damn group. It’s always the same fucking result. My plight against the normies is undying, im such a fucking anomaly in this shit hole fucking world that these cunts, incapable of comprehending my nature, would dare venture upon the act of gaslighting in a petty attempt to convince me that my problem is not what is as I EXPERIENCE IT.
ive faced this exact same fucking bullshit online too, it’s enraging, beyond fucking frustrating, to have these clueless buffoons try and gaslight me into thinking my problem is fucking social anxiety—which it is NOT.
This entire 22 year life experience has been forced isolation due to nothing more than a difference in brain wiring and neurochemistry. My programming is different to the rest of you. My day to day life would be solitary confinement to a normie. but for me it’s just another day. i go months without stepping outside, potentially years if I get approved for neetbux
Isolation is nothing to me. I live it. I breathe it. I fuck it. The notion of losing one’s sanity for extended periods of isolation has been ludicrous to me, alas, I’m more like to lose my fucking sanity when around a bunch of extroverted loud mouth babbling normies and their god awful music. Listening to them run their mouths is like nails on a chalkboard.
I have a need for isolation. I’m a hermit.
now some of you faggots may be wondering hurr durr “how can you need/prefer isolation and not need social interaction when you use this forum” hurr durr
the answer to that is simple. interacting with people over text is vastly more enjoyable for me than interacting physically. expression and communication is so much easier. I can vent. physical talking is fucking painful and drains my energy. communication is difficult and I get told I’m too quiet.
not only that, but I can have interesting discussions with open-minded people who are privy to unconventional ideas scoffed at by normies such as looks theory and the blackpill. it’s hilarious how much gold nuggets of potentially life changing information you can find in these fringe Internet communities, the kind of information an NPC would dismiss as “schizo ramblings”
interacting with a bunch of faceless people who identify themselves with pseudonyms and profile pictures is ironically enjoyable.
muh social anxiety. i can’t fucking socialize to begin with, which is why the anxiety is there in the first place! I’m always the god damn observer and quiet guy! And here comes the gaslighting , hurr durr “you can’t socialize cause you never leave your house broo go outside broo and travel broo so you can talk about stuff broo”
in exchange for total function within isolation and immunity to its negative effects, the reptilians stripped me of the natural human ability to run its mouth and socialize and be a part of a group. im literally the complete opposite of what a human being should be. these fuckers see me as a Guinea pig, but I’ve been training. I shall have my vengeance against the draconians.
my existence feels like a cruel joke. I am the black fucking sheep. everyone else is programmed one way and I’m programmed the opposite. I relate to no one.
you are alone because your looks make you a pariah or your weird behavior sets off alarms in the normie hive mind, resulting in loneliness.
I am alone because I have a fucking need for isolation, can not socialize and connect with people, find physical social interaction painful, hate leaving my house, resulting in extremely limited life prospects. I could never even have a gf because the interaction would be way too much lol. even going on a date is too much. too much talking is required too.
my fucking personality is the root of all my issues and always will be and there’s not a god damn thing I can do about it. its like having a constant debuff like health/stamina/mana drain or some shit and you can’t cure it.
such is life with a personality disorder. muh social anxiety. these fucking normal fag cunts will never understand.
to be denied something that comes naturally to everyone else, to suffer with something everyone else has an easy time with, to have unending negative reinforcement no matter what you do or how desperately you cling to the idea of things, just for once, working out.
how could those fuckers understand?
do you understand?
my biggest desire is 100% isolation and not having to work, full on immersion within my own world of fantasy, escapism, and imagination; unconcerned with the petty squabbles of the normies.
ive faced this exact same fucking bullshit online too, it’s enraging, beyond fucking frustrating, to have these clueless buffoons try and gaslight me into thinking my problem is fucking social anxiety—which it is NOT.
This entire 22 year life experience has been forced isolation due to nothing more than a difference in brain wiring and neurochemistry. My programming is different to the rest of you. My day to day life would be solitary confinement to a normie. but for me it’s just another day. i go months without stepping outside, potentially years if I get approved for neetbux
Isolation is nothing to me. I live it. I breathe it. I fuck it. The notion of losing one’s sanity for extended periods of isolation has been ludicrous to me, alas, I’m more like to lose my fucking sanity when around a bunch of extroverted loud mouth babbling normies and their god awful music. Listening to them run their mouths is like nails on a chalkboard.
I have a need for isolation. I’m a hermit.
now some of you faggots may be wondering hurr durr “how can you need/prefer isolation and not need social interaction when you use this forum” hurr durr
the answer to that is simple. interacting with people over text is vastly more enjoyable for me than interacting physically. expression and communication is so much easier. I can vent. physical talking is fucking painful and drains my energy. communication is difficult and I get told I’m too quiet.
not only that, but I can have interesting discussions with open-minded people who are privy to unconventional ideas scoffed at by normies such as looks theory and the blackpill. it’s hilarious how much gold nuggets of potentially life changing information you can find in these fringe Internet communities, the kind of information an NPC would dismiss as “schizo ramblings”
interacting with a bunch of faceless people who identify themselves with pseudonyms and profile pictures is ironically enjoyable.
muh social anxiety. i can’t fucking socialize to begin with, which is why the anxiety is there in the first place! I’m always the god damn observer and quiet guy! And here comes the gaslighting , hurr durr “you can’t socialize cause you never leave your house broo go outside broo and travel broo so you can talk about stuff broo”
in exchange for total function within isolation and immunity to its negative effects, the reptilians stripped me of the natural human ability to run its mouth and socialize and be a part of a group. im literally the complete opposite of what a human being should be. these fuckers see me as a Guinea pig, but I’ve been training. I shall have my vengeance against the draconians.
my existence feels like a cruel joke. I am the black fucking sheep. everyone else is programmed one way and I’m programmed the opposite. I relate to no one.
you are alone because your looks make you a pariah or your weird behavior sets off alarms in the normie hive mind, resulting in loneliness.
I am alone because I have a fucking need for isolation, can not socialize and connect with people, find physical social interaction painful, hate leaving my house, resulting in extremely limited life prospects. I could never even have a gf because the interaction would be way too much lol. even going on a date is too much. too much talking is required too.
my fucking personality is the root of all my issues and always will be and there’s not a god damn thing I can do about it. its like having a constant debuff like health/stamina/mana drain or some shit and you can’t cure it.
such is life with a personality disorder. muh social anxiety. these fucking normal fag cunts will never understand.
to be denied something that comes naturally to everyone else, to suffer with something everyone else has an easy time with, to have unending negative reinforcement no matter what you do or how desperately you cling to the idea of things, just for once, working out.
how could those fuckers understand?
do you understand?
my biggest desire is 100% isolation and not having to work, full on immersion within my own world of fantasy, escapism, and imagination; unconcerned with the petty squabbles of the normies.
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