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If you're reading this and there is something special about you that you once were able to do, please share it/write about it in my talent showcase thread. Carrying on with this post. This will be my official journal. I have been working figuring how I'm going to write about my feelings and things because I've talked about it (not what's in this first chapter or most of the future chapters, but some of my feelings) so much with past friends and tried bringing it up so many times. No one cared, so in a way, I sort of became tired of actually talking about it ya know? I can think about it clearly, but talking... I just no longer know how to open up and talk about myself and my feelings. But I will try, I need to. I'll be using my actual "voice" in my text, to bring life to it, which is how I usually write. So, be warned, it's a little unorthodox. I'll be speaking in 2nd person as well as 1st. So it can feel as if I'm speaking directly to you, instead of feeling like you're observing my thoughts. 

 

Journal Entry #1

Date: 07/06/16, Time: 16:18 (4:18)Title: The Origins of My Dark Descent

Pre-Chapter Commentary

So... my official journal. The origins of my depression are something that I actually know. I understand what happened and how it happened. So, I believe that's a great way to start things off, don't you? It may help others start looking into their past to understand how they ended up the way they are. If I just told you what started the whole... catastrophe if you will, you'd probably think it sounds silly. Do you wanna know? my disbandment with a group of best friends I had while in 10th grade. Really... you're depressed because you lost a couple of friends? That's what I imagine most people would say if I said that and only that. It's one of the reasons I wish not to talk about it with people. But I'll explain exactly how it does make sense and hopefully, it works. I wrote a previous paper about this on my birthday, but it was too... rough (due to it being a personal paper), this is more serious and thought out since I'm publicly putting this out there. Just follow along. Things will be broken down into chapters for this important entry. 

I: Real Friends Never Turn Their Backs On You

I had two friends since I was in 8th grade who were like brothers to me, Jacob (who I will refer to as Jake) and Antonio. My whole teenage life revolved around being with them. They were like family to me. Even Jakes sister (who I will refer to as Bree) was like the older sibling that I never had. We did so many things together. I went to my first party with them, we watched stupid horror movies [paranormal activity] together. There were even sad, serious or even frightening times together such as when Bree was pregnant with her boyfriend's child, we were there at the hospital for support. Or when Jake's foster mom would abuse him and treat him like crap. One time, I was in his room and I can't for the life of me remember what happened -- but she began beating on the door *boom boom* "Open this door!" *boom boom* "I know you're in there!" *boom boom* "Open this f****** door!". I hid in the closet (she didn't know I was in there, I'll get to that later). Moments later, in between the sudden silence, she bashed through the door. The ground beneath my feet was shaking as if it were an earthquake. She started beating him severely and I could almost feel the blows... they were so loud and heavy. The only thing you could hear was him whimpering, her heavy breathing, extensive use of profanity and strikes. I was afraid that if I made one sound, she'd open that door and beat me to a pulp. Yes, I was more still than a statue -- that's how still I was. 

There were all kinds of experiences that were had. I can't count the number of how many there were because there was just that many. These experiences made us closer, it created a tight bond between us. But eventually, Jake changed and he began to dislike for no reason -- which was odd seeing as according to Bree, he always looked up to me since we first met. His mom didn't like me simply because I was older (by 2 years), yet I was the greatest influence he had. But something changed that was out of my hands and he sort of put me in exile. One example I can give is one of my girlfriends who (was a highlight during that time, she was special) I met through him with the intentions [his intentions] of hooking us up. However, he soon resented that, I guess and even told me once "You should let me take her off your hands". One thing led to another and we broke up in the summer before 10th grade. That following year, Antonio had told me that Jake ended up getting involved with her (makes me wonder how he was still friends with him), which enraged me. I skipped ahead a little, but before all of that, Jake and I pretty much stopped talking. While I was still friends with Antonio, we [jake and I] pretended we didn't exist. We could be in the same room and we'd only talk to Antonio as if only he was in the room. When it was just me and Antonio, he'd tell me about what Jake was saying behind my back. I ponder if he was reporting back to him and further creating tension by putting words in my mouth. Even then, I never spoke ill of him.

As the 10th-grade year began, we pretty much stopped hanging out. I no longer was friends with either of them, they left me in the dust. Yet I would have never done them the same, or treated them the same. I let them in my house, they ate my food -- we watched some B-movie horror flicks while eating burgers, quite memorable it was -- they were practically my family, including Bree. The following lines are the most important part of this chapter and entry which explains the origins of my depression. Growing up, I was great at making friends. The downside was that those friends always moved away, but there was always someone else that came along for me to hang out with. Jake and Antonio were the last. After disbanding with them, I no longer went outside. I used to be outside/away from home from 12:00 to 19:00 (9:00) at night. Sometimes I didn't hang with them, sometimes I'd take some time to myself to be in nature. I'd write poetry, listen to music or just gather my thought while walking on a dirt road or wandering around in a forest. When we disbanded, all of that stopped. If you haven't guessed it already, I became isolated. I was stuck in the house with no friends and nothing to do. I wasn't used to being in the house 24/7. I no longer wanted to go outside, there was nothing for me. I void of a social life outside of school. I call this the "Origin Period" which is what put everything in motion. To sum this chapter up: My disbandment with my best friends caused me to experience permanent social/environmental isolation. Those were my true friends, my peers at school were just associates, I actually had a life outside of school. But when disbanded, I no longer had a life, I no longer had anyone... but myself. 

End Chapter Commentary:

I will continue to chapter 2 either later tonight or sometime later this week. This isn't easy as it looks to talk about, trust me. I have to gather my thoughts and figure when and how to write about these things; as well as process the past correctly after pretty much wanting to forget about it. There is a lot to cover, there will be (I believe) 5 chapters in total, each covering the different phases of what I collectively call the "Development Period" before the final chapter titled "And Then She Spoke... Death Spoke" which will be about the final formation of my depression at the hand of my other mental disorders coming full circle. Hopefully, this was not too much of a complex/drag read and that it gave you some insight into my own origins of this disease -- and that maybe, you, reader, assuming you don't yet know your own depression origin, will look into your past to figure it out. Um, yeah, I pretty much played my own therapist which will play a large role in everything in the grand scheme of things as you'll see in later chapters. A year ago from now I didn't know any of this, I was just a lost person trying to run away from this dark cloud. It took days and months of trained thought to really awaken myself to what caused it all. Finally, I am sharing it with you.

Tes signing out (not literally) , feel free to leave your comments if you wish [please do]. 

 

 

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As another person suffering depression from what seems like silly high school drama, I can relate to nobody caring about your feelings. Depressives are like emotional drains that suck the fun and life out of any encounter. I also was in isolation for years, and I have learned that solitude only helps for a little while. Extended isolation just makes the problems fester. Having not seen the rest of your story, I'm not sure what advice to offer.

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Hermitic, 

Have you spoken about your story on here yet? I agree, me being an introvert, I do appreciate alone time. But that doesn't mean I like being lonely, it's two different things. Isolation forces you into this behavior to the point you feel like this is just... how you are, in a way. I can PM you a rough copy of my first written account of things (which covers more, but not as thorough and precise as I now choose to write) so you can get an understanding of the other things that took place after the origin period. Just today, I actually figured out the name of a disorder that I have, a form of social phobia... the only part that I haven't been able to pinpoint where it came from what triggered it. It was the final nail in the coffin... I think. I won't spoil that, though. Well, you'll know in the rough copy I show you. The others will have to wait for that chapter. 

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My story is entitled "Just Another Depressive's Story." It should be on the front page of this forum at the moment. You write well, and your story is well-organized.

That repulsiveness in 12th grade came from depression. I call it the stench of depression. It seems everyone but depressives can smell it, and it is an extremely effective repellant. No girl ever even implied that I was attractive (except for one, but she was in a poor mental state at the time and rescinded the comment later). Those girls not replying to you is similar to what happens to most depressives, it seems. I only attempted romance once (thus was only rejected once), but lesser rejections occurred all the time (even grocery store clerks seemed to not want to talk to me). I was an introvert throughout childhood, and I also talk to myself like you did, although mine began in elementary school. I was always perplexed as to why people insisted on meeting in person. Writing was so much more effective. I'm afraid I can't relate to your former love of being around people, but I would guess that your social group was not suitable for you. You can't choose who goes to your school or where you're born, and the society in which you find yourself might not be populated by people who suit you. I recommend trying to find friends via the internet (OKCupid.com is especially good; you can filter by responses to thousands of questions to find people who think and feel like you).

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Okay, I'll make sure to read it. Thank you, I re-read it, I thought it was way worst for some reason. I was writing in an emotional manner -- so I thought that it wasn't formatted too good. Writing is my fortay, I've also been rigorously trained in it from my AP teacher, so it pays off *chuckles*.

I'm going to use my "debate style" response method. I tend to get sort of lost when responding to a lot of what has been said. So I like quoting. It's more... neater for me. 

" That repulsiveness in 12th grade came from depression. I call it the stench of depression. It seems everyone but depressives can smell it, and it is an extremely effective repellant. " - That's an interesting theory. I don't think I wrote about it yet in my 1st draft, but people [adults mainly, teachers, staff, etc] could definitely sense something wrong with me. My facial expressions were tell-tell signs, but I'd always act like I was fine. I'm definitely going to touch on that in the coming chapters. I still have a few fresh memories to pull from. But back to the topic, I would have thought my depression was fairly mild in those situations. I really can't remember specifically how I felt at those moments. I for sure know how I felt afterward. 

" No girl ever even implied that I was attractive (except for one, but she was in a poor mental state at the time and rescinded the comment later). " - Ouch, ever? (seeing as not counting her makes sense) in any grade level? What's interesting is, even though I received compliments before high school and had perfect confidence... high school overshadowed everything else. So, that story about April for instance, that practically defined me from top to bottom, it didn't matter about how I was perceived in the past. Have you ever got compliments on your clothing/style? I got compliments on that [twice] more than my looks (which was never), that seriously p***ed me off. It was like, okay, I look nice today... great, whatever, but what about me, do I look handsome? Every friggin' morning, I made sure my face was glowing, that my hair was groomed PERFECTLY (I spent more time in the mirror than a girl), that my facial hair was in tip top shape and that I looked like a true gentleman. And what did I get? nothing... just nothing. They say "oh, just talk  to them, they like confidence, they won't come to you" and I tried that too! more than 3 times! -- I'm getting heated thinking about it, I'll move on from this before I explode. 

" I was an introvert throughout childhood, and I also talk to myself like you did, although mine began in elementary school.  " - That's pretty early, any idea why? I still talk to myself, by the way. Every single minute, it's funny how I used to think that I was crazy (I might be, who knows), but this figurative entity in my head pretty much helped me through everything, was my company, my listener. And I know to the average joe will think I sound like a coo-coo person, but, they'll never get it.  I was wondering, though, would that be DID (dissociative identity disorder) or SPD (split personality disorder)? If my knowledge is correct, DID is only possible when you create a separate entity and you fully act as that entity, making the normal you unaware of the switch. So it can't be that. We co-exist in the same mind and I am completely aware and am not taken over by them. But what about split personality disorder? is that actually what that is? Because I can't just stop doing it, that's why. It's a literal separate personality in my head.

" I was always perplexed as to why people insisted on meeting in person. Writing was so much more effective.  " - I am so with you on that. Usually, before the origin period even occurred, I was virtually fine with in-person talking or writing, still hated phones, I always hated phones for at least half of my life (I have telephone phobia... I am so screwed, all of these phobias I have).

" I'm afraid I can't relate to your former love of being around people, but I would guess that your social group was not suitable for you. You can't choose who goes to your school or where you're born, and the society in which you find yourself might not be populated by people who suit you. " - I wouldn't necessarily say "love". I more or less didn't mind or wasn't bothered with being around people when I was younger, that's how I'd put it. The only time I probably would have disliked it is if no one was talking about anything and it'd just be completely awkward. But very true, I feel like the very high school I went to made things worst. I didn't talk about it in my rough draft (I'm not sure if it matters... well, it probably does) but my school sucked. Most of the teachers sucked, there was really no feeling of true educational, enlightening environment. This further made me depressed. Not being around like minded people (nerds, philosophical people, thinkers, etc) really did it in. The only people I could relate to ironically were my teachers. 

" I recommend trying to find friends via the internet (OKCupid.com is especially good; you can filter by responses to thousands of questions to find people who think and feel like you). " - Been there, done that, hate it. I am totally sick and tired of these kinds of sites. I'll explain OKCupid shortly. I started using it to (as always as I have been for some time now) find a girl that I like, who I can talk to. That never happened. So, I did something different and decided to just use it for anyone. You  wanna know who sent me a message saying that I have nice eyes? a guy. Wanna know who sent me a message explaining that they loved my profile? a guy. Who actually had things to talk about, showed interest in me? (2) guys, not girls. This.... this really made things just .... *sighs* I didn't mind talking to them because they were cool, but every time, it struck me that that guys seem to have the qualities I want in a girl and that made me even more sad. I couldn't talk to them, because it just made everything worst. 

I could talk about a woman (22) who I started talking to in may that I met through youtube on a debate. We messaged each other through hangouts. She was so cool, she was everything, she liked cats, owls, bats (all things that I like), an overall animal lover, she was passionate about many things and talkative. A former coworker she knew died (********) and I was there to show support. I even checked the news site in her city frequently to see if there were any updates. And she was gorgeous (I told her eventually, which I feel was the wrong idea). One night, I was showing her the last set of drawings that I did before I stopped and we were also talking about music. She told me that she was picking out clothes for some rock fest for the weekend. She was only going because the band ... um -- Disturbed! yeah, Disturbed -- they were performing some well known cover song that was off their latest album. I never heard of them ironically and told her I'd listen to them because she said she didn't really like them, just that song. Guess what happened... no reply. A day passed, no reply, I messaged her saying "Hope you're okay" because I know that she was still mourning over the death of her former coworker. Another day went by, then a week, another week, and now 4 weeks. She hasn't read my messages or been in hangouts (it actually shows the last time you're active). But she was still on youtube liking videos... but not talking to me.

When you take things like guys on OKCupid seeming to actually have an interest in talking to me... then look all of the other things I wrote about... then look at this.... I really began hating myself. I used Plenty of Fish as well, one girl sent me a message saying "Hi". She didn't really talk about anything... she was a young teacher. I really tried keeping the conversation going even though she was boring, because I figured maybe it'll take time. I asked her one day about the curriculum for 4th graders because my sister's teacher didn't teach them how to write essay's when they're supposed to. Know what happened? bingo... no reply. I find myself now asking why don't girls like me? I try to be myself, I am myself, I'm chaming, I'm different, I show interest past their looks and actually care about who they are, I am all these things... yet none of them like me. I can tell a girl she's gogeous, and within days she vanishes... But a ******* guy can tell me I have beautful eyes. I hate myself... I hate people... (I don't mean that, I'm letting my emotions pour, that's all)... I hate everything. I need to pop my wrist now. 

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same here never had

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what do you mean I hurt your feelings? I didn't know you had any feelings/ peace sells/megadeth

 

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No, not one person (male or female) ever earnestly complimented me. As you can see in my story, I behaved hatefully and arrogantly, and this combined with my depression to make me utterly repulsive. It seems you placed too much value on your vanity. Being upset that people didn't appreciate your grooming implies you think grooming is more important than personality. What's inside matters much more than what's outside. You can dress a pig in a suit, but it's still a pig. Also, you seem to place value on whether girls paid attention to you. That's relying on others to give you self-esteem. Are you a bad person if the girls don't like you? Of course not. You are accepting the arbitrary gender roles of society (specifically, you seem to think that men should often successfully woo women).

I found this mental exercise interesting. Don't imagine yourself as male or female. Think of all the ways males and females are the same. Only in a few anatomical characteristics do males and females really differ. Instead of calling youself a man, call yourself a human with a penis. Don't call the people you wanted to like you women, call them humans with vaginas. I once heard a theory that all humans are naturally bisexual, and people feel pressured by social norms to accept a "man" or "woman" identity, and adjust their sexual desires accordingly. In this way, don't be sad that the people who contact you are male. Nobody chooses to be born with a penis or vagina, so judging them for it is just as unfair as judging people for their skin color. Cherish all the humans who show you affection, regardless of their sexual organs. If you only find a female's love legitimate, you are restricting yourself to half of the people who might have affection for you. Not every relationship needs to be sexual. Asexual people have no sex drives, yet they feel love like anyone else.

I imagine I started talking to myself so early due to the bullies and my parents. I'm no psychologist, but I don't think you can have a split personality. That other person in your mind uses the same eyes, nose, ears, and mouth as you. He has all the same experiences and perspectives as you. It seems he is an ideal: what you wish you were. When you find yourself in an experience, you have your normal reaction, then you imagine how this ideal you would react, noticing how what he does is good and what you do is bad. I experience this too. I assume he is a projection of what society has told us we should be. An extremely difficult aspect of life (that most people fail to achieve, it seems) is to recognize that your social norms are arbitrary and no better or worse than any other. As a human, evolution has wired you to want what society wants and to feel depressed when you fail to meet those expectations. This had many benefits when humans' most advanced technology was pointy rocks, but now is harmful. Don't hate yourself for not meeting society's expectations. I have yet to achieve this, but I recognize that I should love me for me. If I don't love me, how could anyone else?

There could be a huge number of reasons as to why they stopped responding. It might be that they had a sudden realization that they were leaving their comfort zones and were too scared to continue. Just because people are on a dating website does not mean they are brave enough to attempt risking heartbreak by loving someone. The important thing is to keep trying. There are billions of people on Earth. You'll never meet most of them, which means there is always potential. If you failed with one, try another. If you are truly convinced that you did something wrong, write the mistake on a piece of paper and keep that paper around for next time. Keep adding to your "not-to-do" list and keep it close for quick reference when you are trying to meet people. You will fail. A lot. Almost all of the relationships in your life will fail. I failed. As you can see in my story, I failed every time. To this day I have never been able to make a lasting social connection or call anyone "friend," but every day I send more messages on OKCupid. I feel confident that eventually I will find someone who will love me for who I am. It probably won't be tomorrow or next month or next year, but the average human lifespan here is about 76 years, and I'm only 21. If you stop trying, you cannot succeed. I've spent too long wallowing in depression.

I don't recommend popping your wrists. My childhood doctor told me that increases the likelihood of arthritis.

 

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Hey @Hermitic,

My apologies for the late reply. I've been taking time to myself, listening to a lot of music and being on Disqus lately.

"No, not one person (male or female) ever earnestly complimented me ... You are accepting the arbitrary gender roles of society (specifically, you seem to think that men should often successfully woo women)." -:/  I never realized that until you pointed that out. I think I have.. or had a great personality. I can talk about anything, I'm talkative, I'm understanding, I'm "deep", light-hearted, truthful, laid back.. or maybe I'm not. Being myself never seemed to get me anywhere, especially in the women's department. I never really tried being someone I'm not. I did value my appearance, but not to a superficial level. Most of my high school life I had insecurity, but I always did my best to look past that. Do I like being told I'm handsome, yeah, when I was younger I got it all the time from girls to grown women. But when I got older, I felt like the ugliest person in the world, nothing convinced me differently. My personality virtually didn't matter to anyone else. The people who knew me would tell you how cool I am most likely. But the minute I try to put myself out there... it never goes right. Now, I guess I don't care about that anymore. I think I'm MGTOW (Men Going Their Own Way) now. I see wanting to be in and having a relationship with women to be a stressful and stupid thing that just is not worth it. So, my parents are just going to have to wish for my sister to give them grandkids. I d*mn sure am not interested in finding anyone anymore. 99% chance I'll be heartbroken or tricked again and again.

"I found this mental exercise interesting. Don't imagine yourself as male or female. Think of all the ways males and females are the same ... If you only find a female's love legitimate, you are restricting yourself to half of the people who might have affection for you. Not every relationship needs to be sexual. Asexual people have no sex drives, yet they feel love like anyone else." -  That's kind of long to say lol, is there no shortened version? XD I see what you're saying, though. I'm realizing how much I started to dislike HWV's because of my unfortunate experiences. I don't like feeling this way, but I also don't like feeling the way that made me feel this way. It sort of feels like it's a prime factor in my depression, thinking about how badly it has affected me and my feelings. I guess I should ask Jay-Z how to handle it, he had 99 problems but... an HWV wasn't one (lame attempt at a joke, hurr hurr, I know). I can recall hearing this theory, I never really looked into it. A fun fact I guess is that in technical terms, I'm pansexual but with a preference for HWV's. I have liked guys before, not that often, but I've had some crushes, nothing serious, except one. On OKCupid, there was this guy in California, I was massively attracted to him (as I would be to a female I was attracted to... which is in itself rare and strong) and our compatibility was in the 90s I believe or mid 80s.  It took me a few days to message him... but when I did, I had 'butterflies'.

I was a nervous wreck because I didn't want to end up going through the same thing with talking to some boring guy. But he assured me that I had nothing to worry about, he had finals to prepare for so we couldn't talk at the moment. Some time later I was having a suicidal episode and I logged out of OKCupid, I never logged back in. Apart from the whole thing about guys having more interest in me, I also felt like I would have been a burdern. I've never been in a relationship with a guy before, I also backed out because I wasn't sure if this was what I wanted or if it was a result of all of my female problems. The one thing I didn't want to do is pretend and hurt someone else. I can be attracted to some guys, but I sort of feel like I can't have that same... 'energy', that same 'connection' with a male as I can with a female. Their nature, their bodies, their scent, being with a female for me is like... having a spiritual connection. I just don't know. I never considered guys seriously until after all of this other crap.

I began questioning my sexuality in summer 2014 when I saw a guy on tumblr who I thought was a girl and was really cute. Once I realized he was a guy, I lost it for a bit. After months of figuring things out, I was okay... and I daydreamed about him all the time.  I was showing him to my ex-bestfriend/girlfriend (that will be an interesting story). He was pretty much the first guy who I had a major crush on -- I had bisexual tendencies when I was younger though, just for note -- and well, that went to crap when I actually tried talking to him on twitter. I even wanted to write a [gay] romance novel where he was the inspiration for the love interest. Why am I talking about this... this is embarrassing to talk about. I asked him if he still did photography and he said "here and there". I noticed that he made music (woopty doo ) so I asked him about it... and again, never got a reply. FFS if I had 100 dollars for every time that happened! This has to be boring you, I'm going to stop it there. I'd end up writing a 10-page essay. Summary: I have liked guys, but I don't know if it' something I would actually like in real life. Seeing as me strongly considering guys and just forgetting about females seems to be a result of all of my girl problems. All of this relationship stuff is just too much for me. I rather be aromantic.

"I imagine I started talking to myself so early due to the bullies and my parents. I'm no psychologist, but I don't think you can have a split personality ... I have yet to achieve this, but I recognize that I should love me for me. If I don't love me, how could anyone else?" - You were bullied? :-\  and yeah, I hardly know what love is. It's become some fictional phenomenon  that I believe, obviously does not exist. If it does... I don't know where to find it. Love itself, I imagine dislikes me. 

"There could be a huge number of reasons as to why they stopped responding. It might be that they had a sudden realization that they were leaving their comfort zones and were too scared to continue ... If you stop trying, you cannot succeed. I've spent too long wallowing in depression." - I saw plenty of women on OKCupid who seemed like my type, but now I became way too scared to message them in fear of being downright rejected or finding a boring person. That's when I just shut off showing women and tried exploring my other lesser acknowledge attraction. It didn't really make anything better. Compared to how I was when I was younger, I'm just not that confident in talking to others anymore. On here, sure. But on those dating sites? ... I just feel so uncomfortable. Why would anyone want to talk to a depressed, unemployed, not in college-guy? That's an automatic turn off, the cards don't even seem to be in my favor... at all.

"I don't recommend popping your wrists. My childhood doctor told me that increases the likelihood of arthritis." - I've stopped doing it. I guess music will have to suffice. 

 

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Perhaps a part of depression is letting fear rule our lives. I thought I didn't want romance either. I didn't start feeling attracted to females until high school anyway, and because I had no concept of empathy, being alone didn't bother me. As you saw in my story, that ended when I had a glimpse of romance. I've seen what love can offer, and I think it is far better than this aromantic depression. I used to say that I was happy alone, but if love happened to fall into my lap, that's good too. Now I realize love almost never comes to you, and it is worth seeking. I don't know what an HWV is.

You seem to have thought highly of yourself, and now feel depressed because you aren't meeting that expectation. Realizing that what you are doing is annoying to others is good. I could never understand why people refused to talk to me, as I couldn't feel for them. I didn't know how I affected them and made them uncomfortable with my self-obsession and pain.

If you think someone won't talk to you because you are a "depressed, unemployed, not in college-guy," that probably means you view such people poorly. Why? Does that make you a bad person? I recommend the book Self-Compassion by Kristin Neff.

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@Hermitic

I'm just talking from anger. Deep down I'm a hopeless romantic who craves having someone to love. Let's say I'm an animal, I liked going outside. But eventually something bad always happened when I went outside, I was in danger. So I developed a shell for protection (distancing myself from relationships/talking to females less), even then... I suffered damage, my shell began to have dents and cracks. So now, I'm just reasonably afraid to go outside because it seems unfit for me. Do I wish to have the ability to go outside? yes, but do I want to? no -- don't know how -- the outside doesn't seem to want me there. I have no idea what love looks like, every time I interacted with "love" it was a masked veil. Every single time I see it's a fake, it makes things worse, I grow more tired, the last thing I want to do is purposely chase love. I never chased it, all of my relationships, all of the girls I had mass feelings for... it all just happened naturally without human interference. Now I only could imagine the outcomes if I purposely go looking for love myself... like searching for hay in a needlestack (yes, I switched it on purpose). And HWV is humans with vaginas, c'mon you gotta keep up! Do you still have empathetic tendencies? And no, most women have higher expectations of men than do men of women. I can't relate to them at all and it just feels weird. I don't want to ruin someone else's day with me being depressed when they can be talking to some hot guy who has everything but a brain. I have nothing to offer, I thought I did, turns out most don't even like talking (I have seriously been ridiculed for liking to talk... and being quiet in school... seriously) I've been shown this plenty of times. Thanks for the recommendation. I haven't read any books in a while, I don't know why. I used to like reading.

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The affection you experienced happened naturally? How jealous I am. Or maybe not, considering it ended pooly.

Still have empathetic tendencies? I never did. Empathy was alien to me. I couldn't understand others' perspectives or emotions. I still can't.

What does it matter if the guy is "hot?" Brains are much better than brawn. Some people like excessive speech, some people like silence. What do you like? Don't let their ridicule change how you behave. If you don't want to talk, then don't. Perhaps your romantic efforts have been focused at the wrong group. Maybe the sorts of females you have attempted to woo are not the sorts who are best for you. Be picky. It's someone with whom you will share your life (even if only briefly), so don't let it be just anyone pretty. I've only tried once, and I probably won't try again for a long time.

Depression makes us not like things we used to like.

When you commented on my story, saying it made you cry, did you mean that literally?

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Yes. I could talk about my relationships started/ended if you wanted, but I don't think that'd be appropriate, I don't want to trigger any bad feelings for you. Ooops :3 I meant apathetic. I had a friend like you, but she was more so... a sociopath, she doesn't experience empathy and sees humans as lower than worms. I think you can experience emotion, though, deep down. Test question: would you steal from someone? if so/not, why?

Well, to me, nothing of course, to them, a lot I suppose. Ha! I agree with that sentiment, the girls here however.. yeah...  nope. I really should continue my story, I just don't feel up to it -- I like excessive speech, or used to. I liked intelligence, quirkiness. <<< I've never met girls of this type, well, I have, but she rejected me because her mom is racist (yet she is mixed), and she went off to marry some guy. Looks are secondary to me. Attraction, for me, is something out of my hands, it's a magnet, I don't choose who I like. However, it seems like the select/rare few of girls I had the "kahoots" for... were all crap. I've never met a genuine girl of my type who was interested in me (whether romantically or just friendly). I was picky enough as is, girls I like are already rare. I can't find a girl who even likes to talk.

Even on here, someone reached out to me, I responded, I wanted to be there for them, but yet again... read, but no reply. It's like gosh, what is it that I say? do people smell garlic through my text? do my words have sundae breath? (reference to Spongebob) what the heck is wrong with me? And then last night, I was kicked from chat, I was literally having a nice time talking to someone and all of a sudden I'm booted. It's crazy because, in school, people always said "why don't you talk?" or mentioned that I'm quiet. If they got to know me (they didn't it, ironically), they'd see I am a bundle of words, thoughts, and expression. No one would pay attention to you more than I could/would. BUT when I do decide to talk, people want me to shut up, don't respond, criticize me for saying more than "wyd", "ok", "yeah lol". I swear... my self-hatred is caused by others. The only thing I still like is music, I have so many books. Plus, it's really hot in the south, I hate the heat and it's difficult to sit and focus. Even now, I have a hard time gathering my thoughts because I get so uncomfortable in the heat... I miss winter (the only one in the world).

Yes. It made me cry. Surprised huh? half way through I wanted to stop because I felt the tears building up but decided to continue on. Near the end, I just let it roll down. It really touched me. I actually felt alive during that moment as well, I hold my emotions in, but reading that broke through my defense system.

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I wouldn't call myself a sociopath. I wouldn't steal, as I don't want that to happen to me. If it did happen to me, it would greatly inconvenience me, so I assume it would inconvenience others, and I don't want to hurt anyone. Is that empathy? Besides, I don't want to be in trouble. I never said I didn't experience emotion. I cry and laugh. I said I don't understand people. They might laugh or clap or cry or shout, and I'm usually surprised and can't discern why.

You sound like you've had lots of female acquaintances, and you're only 20. It's likely you'll find someone appropriate for you if you keep meeting people. Here I am, somebody who's been single his entire life, giving relationship advice.

That happens to me too. People just want nothing to do with me. Don't take it personally. As I said, there could be many reasons they don't talk to you. It might be the stench of depression, but you could see that as positive, as it ensures only open-minded, patient, and understanding people will talk to you. You may have accidentally breached the terms of use in chat.

I didn't think anyone would really care about my story. What about it made you cry? Which were the touching moments? If my story made you feel alive, perhaps you could look into social work. Maybe volunteer at a food bank or something?

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I'm severely p*****. Did you hear about what happened in Miami?

Oh, I wasn't saying you're a sociopath, I meant your apathy, it reminded me of her, but she... well she had more views past that. I've been apathetic before, I definitely had my "I don't care" moments. But if you were to read what she said, it scared me, the way she regarded people. I looked past that (partly because I liked her since 8th grade), even she stopped talking to me. She also moved back to Oregon in march, just when I thought I could hang out with her once I got better. Hmph, it's comical to think about now, everyone hates me. Maybe I should start seeing the humor in everything instead of seeing things as sad. Yes, you have empathy. The ability to have empathy is behind our innate sense of morality. I connect empathy with emotion, that's why I said that. Only emotionless people lack empathy, it's not the other way around. That's normal! My parents watch stupid shows and laugh like crazy when I can't understand what's so funny. Not understanding a person doesn't equate to lacking empathy. For example, I can't understand why people are bigots. 

Meh, in my past perhaps, they all forget about me or dislike me, or I dislike them. I doubt it highly, I may live my life as a monk, get back into practicing Buddhism. I don't think I could do a relationship, I'm paranoid of being cheated on. There is this woman I follow on instagram though (a YouTuber), she's so beautiful. I sometimes just daydream and pretend I'm with her, having dinner, or at home reading a novel together, or outside walking our cat, eating ice cream, or lying down just talking, joking, being sarcastic. So weird, I know, I guess those fantasies represent what I would like to have in real life some day... but don't see happening. I try not to fantasize as I feel it makes me feel like crap. And I've given marital advice before, logic always wins. You don't have to experience certain things in order to give advice. I think we should learn to embrace being single (so I've heard), cherish the single life. 

Yeah, you're right, My "alter" has said the same thing before: 'Those who do not talk to you aren't meant to share a conversation with you. It's their loss, not yours, don't fret about it.' The last thing I remember talking about was paganism with someone, and before that everyone was talking about mayonnaise. As a matter of fact, the last thing I said was that Jurassic World's premise was stupid (in which it was). It would be nice if I was told why I was kicked. So I'm just not going back to it, I don't really care anyway. 

Same here, that's half the reason I decided not to post more besides the whole focus thing. I no longer really feel like talking about my depression and everything revolving around it. Pretty much everything. The remaining 3 paragraphs did it in, but virtually the whole story was something that I felt. If and when I get out of the house, perhaps. I've been thinking about joining law enforcement or paralegal work whenever/if ever I get better. My main interests were always Psychology/Anthropology, Law (anything dealing with it) and IT. I either want to be a paralegal or a police officer (something I dreamed of since I was about 15 after an interesting experience with the authority and an angry old violent lady). This depression, social phobia, etc, it holds all of that back. I don't even feel intelligent enough anymore to go to school. My depression did a number on me senior year, my grades dropped like crazy. I almost didn't graduate, but I found the courage to pull my grades up. I'm pretty sure I butchered my AP test as well, I never knew my score as I couldn't find the card with my code. I don't know how to recover from that.

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I feel confident that I don't know what I'm talking about. Maybe empathy is the wrong word, then. I'm certainly not emotionless. Buddhism might not be a bad idea, depending on what kind you follow. There's some good advice amidst the not-so-good stuff. At least, that's what I learned when I studied Buddhism in a 1000-level college course. I don't think there's anything wrong with daydreaming.

Maybe I should cherish being single. I don't think I can do that without recovering from depression, though. I know I want one or two close friends to help me in emergencies. Having a romantic relationship is something I would at least want to try, though. Maybe I shoudn't, considering the pain my last endeavor caused me. If I meet the right person, I think that decision will make itself.

Girl #1 got my phone number because we worked together on a class project the previous year. We had worked together because she thought the song I mentioned to her was funny (The Presidents by Jonathan Coulton). I had listened to that song because I liked the song at the end of Portal. I played Portal because Valve released it for free as promotional material. When I was downloading Portal, I had no idea that it would lead to the events of 11th grade. My point is that you never know.

If you don't care, then why did you go in the first place? It's for you to decide, but I don't recommend giving up on an opportunity after one failure. If you want to work in a law office, call some and ask for opportunities. You probably could never be accepted through a regular application, but perhaps you could use your charisma to access things otherwise inaccessible. I think paralegal work is mostly pencil-pushing, though. I might be wrong. Don't worry about the AP test. If you aren't going to college, then it didn't matter anyway. Police officer might not be a bad idea. Go to a police station and ask.

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I want to show you the e-mails between me and my former physics teacher before my depression kicked in. I had some feelings for her inside, but I thought I could count on her, she let me down. I haven't read these in a long time. I had pondered messaging her a few months ago.. but felt like why would she care. 

On Thu, Sep 4, 2014 at 12:00 AM

Me: Hey  Ms. T******, I wanted to know if I could talk to you about something, it's important and really "bugging" me, and I just need someone to talk to about it. Its dealing with what I told you last week about those symptoms I felt I was having. It's more to it that'll further allow you to understand me and how I may be. I just felt that you're someone I could talk to, hopefully I'm right and we can talk.

Date: Thu, 18 Sep 2014 11:51:03 -0400

Her: Richard feel free to talk to me anytime. Sorry I didn't get your email sooner!

On Thu, Sep 18, 2014 at 8:18 PM

Me: It happens, It happens. I would've been replied but I'm beginning my training for the marines once I graduate and that extends to some hours. But I don't even know how to start it off, I think I'll rather get the basis of it out in person during lunch tomorrow if possible? It's not like I enjoy eating that crap anyway so If you're not actually busy during lunch that'll be nice.

Date: Thu, 18 Sep 2014 21:18:00 -0400

Her: Yes that is fine, we can talk during lunch. I'm not usually busy because 20 minutes is barely enough time for me to even eat. And just a reminder the lab write up is due tomorrow. I posted a document on Edmodo that should help with creating the graphs.

Me: Alright, and 20 minutes? what do you be trying to eat, a cow? And I know, doing all that now, I know how to do the graphs, the 1st level of my pathway dealt with using all of Microsoft Office so I'm pretty keen with that. But for some reason my Windows 8 didn't come with Office pre-installed fully so I'm just going to use Open Office instead. You should tell your other science students about it if they don't have a full version of MS Office, because it's free, open source, and practically identical to MS Office. 

Me: I forgot to say thank you for giving me your time today and all. If it's not too much to ask, could we do that more often? you're good company.

On Oct 10, 2014, at 12:16 PM

Her: Dear Richard,
 I realize addiction is a struggle for you. But you cannot let it affect your entire life. You are very smart and capable of doing your work and graduating and getting out of here! There is so much that I wish I could help you with but as your teacher I am legally not allowed nor would it be professional. I know you have sought help and I encourage you to continue to seek help. You are not alone unless you seclude yourself. Speak up and be heard, talk to your family I am sure they are willing to help you.
 I strongly encourage you to try everyday when you come to school. Think about your school work and allow that to help you keep your mind off of the things that bother you! It is what I do everyday when I am stressing about something, I go occupy my time elsewhere that way I am not wasting valuable time stressing over things I cannot fix or change!

I am here to help you graduate! I do not want to see you fail because you are not stupid by any means! You are very bright and you are educated; I can see that in the way you speak and the way you write. It is not too late to start trying to fix your grades. Yes report cards are coming out but we are only a quarter of the way through the year, you still have time to turn your grades around!

Some messages got lost because I deleted her messages out of madness, but not my replies which kept most of what she said in 2014. This following message was in a reply to her having a lot of stress and etc. She opened up to me while we were eating one day.

Me: Okay, so I have an idea or two for the time being: Try to look at all of this crap as something to help you be stronger, that going through all this could very well pay off, sometimes you have to start of in a crappy position in order to reach a higher point. That's how it Is with me and music, I don't have any music connections, I don't know artists to reach out to whenever I please, but if I stay consistent and continue make music, one day it'll come and I'll be in a better position. And talk to someone that you know will be there, that'll listen to you when just wanna blow off some steam, like me for example. And maybe I could stay after school with you and help you with your tasks, take some of the load off for you. 

Date: Mon, 13 Oct 2014 18:22:26 -0400

Her: Well Richard thank you for the support! And it is nice of you to offer to help... but I cannot accept it. If you would like to stay one day and help me file some papers that would help. But filing papers is the last thing I am worried about at the moment! And I do have a lot of support from the other science teachers and my family and my friends and I appreciate it greatly!

Me: It's nothing, I'll say these last things and be out your way. 

    I'm a humanatarian, I happen to care about people and I don't know...I just used to always think there was something special about my mind.  The way I think, it felt as if my one purpose was to inspire others, help, because I just know things that many others don't as If I've lived a thousand years and seen it all, but I'm just In a young body sort of like a vampire. As far back as I can remember, that's what distinguished me from the rest, teachers would notice and mention it, It's like I was enlightened for no reason, and with no effort invovled, it was just natural. Ever since I've recorded theories, ideas about how we people are, what we need, want, cherish, etc. I did those things so I can learn to understand the mind of the average human, it took years of observing, studying and just piecing things together because that's what our minds are...puzzles. And I taught myself to recognize the pieces accurately. 

    Madness, stress...I declared those as diseases, because it alters how we think and behave, it distorts our reality so to speak. And if a disease can be developed or given, a disease can be taken away, cured.  That can have an obvious argument, take HIV for example;but just because a solution has yet to be discovered does not not mean one does not exist. Call me optimisitic if you will but I cease to believe a problem can not be solved, it just requires the right solver. I saw that disease, stress, inside of you and it can eat an individual alive like acid. I simply didn't want to see that happen, not to you or anybody else. I can't walk by a person bleeding out on the road, nor could I ignore the fact that someone is not in the best state of mind;I don't get a shiny medal for this, a dear reward of any sort, but it does give me a piece of mind. 

    I broke break my own rule, which was offering help. My idea is that It's rude to assume someone want's you in their business, that one should be asked for input, not just willingly do as so pleases. If you are truly in need of havinga  helping  hand with filing papers, I'll gladly volunteer. I apologize, it was wrong of me to go forth in attempting to help without your actual consent. I'm positive you will have have a greater future, you are a prominant member of society, and you are recognized as so, do not forget that, because that's all you need to remember. When you remember that? all of these things will be put behind you, the least you could accept though, is what I just said. Because that is not me helping you, that's me giving you a simple truth. Take it with a grain of salt if you will, I encourage it, that's all.

Tuesday, October 21, 2014, 7:23 PM -0400

Her: I agree with you in that stress is a disease and it causes lots of health issues. And your advice is useful and you are very wise and intelligent, you remind me of myself when I was your age, other than I was incredibly strong willed and didn't take others advice too well back then. My recommendations for you though are to follow a path in life that will allow you to help others since it comes so naturally to you and that you pride yourself in your ability to read people. Psychology would be a great field for you to follow. The problem with the world now is that too many people are selfish and do not care about others.  People that honestly and truly care about others are few and far between and that is only getting more rare of a quality to find in people. So I encourage you to follow that instinct. If you follow what you are passionate about you will find a career and a life you are truly happy with. I wish all the time how I could go back to your age and do things so differently. But God has put me on this path and I will continue to follow it and see where it leads me. I constantly have to remind myself why certain things did not work out and if those things had worked out I wouldn't be where I am today and I wouldn't know the people I know! I also wouldn't have gotten to meet all of ya'll (my students) had I ended up on another path. I may not see it now, but I know I am making a difference in ya'lls lives and I hope it is for the better.

On Thu, Oct 30, 2014 at 12:07 PM
Me: Wow, I don't know what to say, so much has been going on in reality and in my mind lately to the point it's hard for me to formulate thoughts. I'm just becoming a match ready to be lit, a ticking time bomb. My trust level has decreased, my mood to work even musically has decreased. I'm seclusion myself far more than I want to. How come you see all of these good things in me within 3 months? You're not the first to assure me that I'm somewhat different intellectually, but now I hardly see myself that way anymore. Right now nothing's coming natural to me, I don't "have it", I wanted to be a psychologist, so it's ironic you picked that career. Usually I would be able to go off the top of my head talking, but I just can't, thank you for that though, you're the only person making a lick of sense to me.

I wish I could go back to a younger age and do things differently, everyday I wish I could've, but I know that defies the laws of physics. I mean, time travel is technically possible through something like a very high powered train through an underground tunnel that can travel at least 99% of the speed of light or maybe take a full orbit around a black hole...but that's not the ideal way so to speak and that's traveling to the future not the past. Time warping is just out of the question, but anyways. You are doing good on this path you've been out on, it's a rowdy path, but a good path. And of course, you're a And of course, you're a teacher, it's what you do, make differences, as for as me, I don't know what it is that I "do". I don't know what to say, so much has been going on in reality and in my mind lately to the point it's hard for me to formulate thoughts. I'm just becoming a match ready to be lit, a ticking time bomb.

My trust level has decreased, my mood to work even musically has decreased. I'm seclusion myself far more than I want to. 

 

That's all that was recovered. I haven't read it. Wow, you just replied, was hoping to send this before you did -- well, read this. I'm about to eat so I'll reply to your response sometime later tonight. Oh and there are many errors, trying to type messages on a a tiny touch screen is not easy, plus autocorrect is a pain. You'll understand it, though. 

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I don't see why you were mad at her. She seems quite supportive, though her responses seem a bit spaced. I don't mean to insult you, but you seemed like a flatterer (and a little arrogant) to me. If you sent me those messages, I would wonder why you seemed so interested in my life, what you wanted from me. Maybe that's just me. I think this is a good example of a lesson I did not learn lightly: people don't care about the details of depression. I do not mean this perniciously. This thread is about your experiences, so this is the right place to put these details, but if I were one of your face-to-face acquaintances, I probably wouldn't care at all.

Don't send her more messages. I tried talking to a teacher in high school, and she was too busy to hear me very often and mostly just listened without offering advice. Like your teacher said, they have legal bindings that restrict how closely they can interact with students. Every year she gets more students, and there are probably other people with depression requesting her attention. The teacher I talked to was like a mother to her students, so there was almost always somebody at her desk whining about a relationship or some other problem.

In those emails I see a problem I had. Someone tells me I'm smart, then I say I'm not. My lack of social skills made discerning lies difficult, but people are often earnest in their compliments, even if those compliments don't mean a lot. If your writing is an accurate indication of your intelligence, I would say that she was honest in her accolades. Discussing this with you has helped me realize what an emotional drain I was on others. Again, I don't mean to insult you; I'm glad that you trust me enough to share these details. Hopefully this is a learning experience for both of us.

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Perhaps, but you're not giving bad advice so you're okay in my book. You just can't see what others see, something is preventing/blocking that. I was into Theravada Buddhism I believe. Hinduism has also been of interest. The daydreaming to me is a waste of time, only aids the misery. You should, no worrying about ex-boyfriends, no worrying about arguments, cheating, and all of that baggage, you're free of that at least. I take it you haven't met any good folks at college? You should not look for a relationship until you are completely fine and rid of this disease. Right now, I may sound grumpy and hateful -- reasonably -- but if I were to get better with everything you bet your a** I'll get out there and try again. But now? it's the stupidest idea one could make, or maybe it isn't... I don't know. Whoever finds someone who is perfectly fine with their life, not knowing them beforehand, getting into a relationship knowing all of the baggage they have and helping them get better? They must really like you and see beneath all of the darkness, most would not put up with all of this. I won't tell you not to try, though. If your rationale says to try, by all means, try... just be careful. I've played portal before, cool game. I like RPG games, Skyrim is my favorite, I deleted al of my mods though because my Linux OS went full-blown ******, I had to transfer my music library to my Windows OS, my mods took up over 100 GB, so I had to delete them (music is more important, plus I have a list of all of my mods so I'm good). Skyrim also kept crashing all of a sudden, I think because of my CPU usage spiking. I haven't tried playing vanilla (without mods) to see  if it works. I'm getting off topic. Yes, you never know, that is true. Can't really argue that. 

"If you don't care, then why did you go in the first place?" - What are you referencing to? 

I have to go to school for any of that, a paralegal is two years of paralegal studies at a community college, to be a police officer I need 2 years of peace officer training at a community college. What charisma? I'm not charming ._. 

My depression and suicidal thoughts began in late November-early December. I was this close to offing myself, luckily, my ex-best friend/girlfriend was there for me to confine in, she knew everything about me... and still is the only person to have known every single thing about me. I had a porn addiction, one day while eating, she told me that I'll always be a porn addict and compared me to her drug addicted brother. That severely crushed me and made me feel like crap, especially later. I always heard that voice "once a porn addict, always a porn addict" and just indulged because I believed her, that I was worthless and not able to change. I was mad because I went from being okay to borderline deranged and mentally unstable... when she could have been the one to help me. Notice in my last message I began saying that my moods were changing, my trust level decreased, those were the tell-tell signs of my 'mental transformation'... it could have been prevented. My messages foreshadowed the coming future, I literally reached out. She was the only adult I trusted talking to... now I'm better off in the psych ward. If I had offed myself, no one could say "Well, he never told anyone", I told over a dozen people my problems I sure wasn't quiet about it. But I'm not going out like that... I hope. Also, she never checked on me, asked how I was doing, not even my girlfriend did, none of my friends, they all just acted like I never had jack wrong with me! (not "yelling" at you, just... emotional) It's because of that constant neglect I began to neglect myself in the future and no longer care for myself. You can tell I cared about myself then, but after enough people treating me like a transparent object... I saw no reason to care...  hope that clears it up for you, as to why I was mad at her (as well as everyone else who were supposed to be there for me)

Please do keep in mind I was 18 at the time of those writings. I've grown since then. But even then, perhaps I sounded arrogant... but I never felt important [over anyone], ever... honestly, I felt unimportant. The reason I barely had any friends was literally because everyone around was arrogant, judgemental and materialistic. I had no source for motivation my senior year like the years before then. I was a pretty selfless individual who put everyone before myself. If you could see the people I went to school with... you'd see a stark difference. Hell, I wish I had an inflated ego, I wouldn't be in this mess now probably. It took everyone else higher than me it seems (I don't really wish to have an inflated ego).

Well, we were pretty close, I said the things I said because #1 she opened up to me (in person, face-to-face) about her problems she was dealing with (obviously she trusted me) and #2 I saw her as a friend, I treat my friends like I would want to be treated, with respect and care. But, that's too much to give nowadays. Being a cold-hearted jacka** seems to suffice in modern society. Everyone's doing it, I can do it better... but I wish not to for the sake of my mental health, it's not who I am. People are so scared to embrace their fellow brethren/sisters, it disgusts me. You never know when you find someone who actually cares about you as you are (which is so rare!), we just dust them off, though... and wonder why there aren't so many people in the world who are caring as she stated. Like, my gosh... you should have heard the guys in different classes (especially lower classmen), what they'd say to her "hey sexy" and say sexual innuendos all of the time. I never spoke like that toward her, I never saw her as some sexual object. Did I like her? yeah, I was mentally mature and was attracted to older women, nothing I could do about that. But I never made that the focus or tried to be slick or whatever. I guess I was just too much of a caring person. Well, those days are long gone. 

I'm not [going to send her more messages], I don't want to, I have no reason to. I do not exist to her. She would have made a great friend, though. She once drove me home (missed the bus) and we had such a great, natural conversation that I could never have with girls my age. I don't hate her anymore, hope she's doing well, most likely is.. compared to me anyway. Hm. If I was a teacher (I wanted to be a history teacher once) and my student told me about problems they were having, I'd work with them. Why? they're my student, I want them to succeed in school and in life, they are my responsibility and if something were to happen to them especially if they came to me and I did nothing... I am to blame. If my student was depressed/sad, I'd find time time to talk with them and see what's up, if it can be talked out or not over a period of time -- seeing as some things just need talking to cure it. If it can't be simply talked out and is way deeper than that (actual depression, mental problems), I'll either contact their parents and/or get in touch with an administrator/counselor and let them know that my student is in dire need of help ASAP. I won't let them sit there like that. Because let's just say I didn't pay attention to this student, see the signs, grades slipping, going through addiction... I just brush them off. They off themselves.... I will feel the guilt for their fate. It was in my hands, they relied on me when they had no one else... and I let them down. There is no excuse there, they'll just have to fire me then if I can't help a student in need... I'm not having sex with them, I'm trying to make sure they get on the right path.

It's BS because I had a friend (that rejected me) who was diagnosed with depression and was a cutter, had blackouts, etc. One of the history teachers always had sessions with her after school and with our AP teacher in his anime club after school. If a teacher tells a student they can't help them... it's not because of policy, it's because they don't want to. Even if they don't have time, the humane thing to do would be to get someone else involved. Or maybe I'm the inhumane one. That's true, we don't accept the compliments because we feel worthless, we have no confidence to see these things the way others do... because our minds are clouded, tangled and wrapped around so much crap. You should note that down, I'm glad it helped, that's good! How do you feel now with that revelation? and don't bother, I'm not offended, I understand what you say and am fine with criticism, it's life, we aren't perfect. You're the only person I've opened up to this much since my ex-best friend/girlfriend. I like talking with you, you're cool. I hope so too. I know one thing, it feels good to actually talk. 

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Daydreaming is useful when time needs wasting (e.g. waiting rooms). I met no one at college. I went to class, I went home. No talking to people. There were a few people I found interesting enough to attempt talking to, but I failed. If someone loved me and helped me out of depression, s/he would earn my eternal gratitude and friendship, even if we couldn't have romance.

 I was referencing the chatroom.

My teacher told the counselor, and I felt betrayed. I refused to speak to her and the counselor after that. Maybe your teacher was afraid that would happen. Maybe your teacher didn't trust the counselor. Around the time of my attempted suicide, I had sent messages to many people (some of them strangers) attempting to assuage my pain. Don't expect people to check on you. Even if you are important to them, they might think you need space, or they might be busy with other things. Or maybe they did maliciously ignore you. In that case, try to find different people. You believe you are valuable. You believe you are worthwhile. Otherwise you wouldn't be upset.

You sound quite self-important. Calling yourself selfless and "literally everyone" around you selfish sounds like a skewed perspective. Surely there were kind people. Often they are difficult to notice. I don't know; I wasn't there. Maybe you're right, but there are other hints in your writing. You say you were mentally mature, but can you really judge that? You assign this past self many accolades, and you seem forlorn that those things no longer apply. Did they ever truly apply, or have you only realized that you had an illusory perspective of yourself? I do not doubt you would help this student. You would help the next one too. And the next. And the next? Maybe not the next? "I'm sorry, but I'm busy now. Go to the counselor."

If you were in my position, and I were a woman you contacted on OKCupid, I would be very hesitant to talk to you. Your verbosity clearly implies that you want to talk a lot (maybe that you're desperate to talk). Your self-centeredness would also be a bit of a turn-off. I probably would tell you that I don't want to talk. This is only my perspective, of course. I can't speak for all people. I can speak for very few.

If you want to help people, social work might be for you. It doesn't pay well, but pay means little compared to emotional fulfillment. Modern society? I recommend books by ancient Roman and Greek authors (Publius Syrus and Marcus Aurelius are good starts). You'll find that these two-thousand-year-old books are quite pertinent to modernity, as humans have always been humans. That's what I've learned by studying history.

I know how good it feels to talk after feeling alone for so long. You have made yourself vulnerable, however. If I were to reject you now, how would you feel? Probably not so great. Try to pretend that this message was lambasting you and angrily telling you to never contact me again. After you've felt those emotions, you can forget about them, as you know they aren't true. That's how I've tried to deal with the pain of rejection. Feel it now so, if it does happen later, it's not so jarring.

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@Hermitic

I'm sort of tired, so this response won't be long, it'll just be more straightforward/shorter. I decided to go in depth.

 Perhaps, in those cases. I'll say fantasizing, then. It can be healthy in the right light, but I don't see it as healthy in this particular situation. It's like just like porn... it's nice while in the moment until you realize it's not real and you're alone. Nothing beneficial comes from it. What happened during those attempts? was it your doing? theirs? I feel the ultimatum would be that we have to do it ourselves. Sitting around, waiting for that special someone who we might not find, won't be worth waiting for a year and another year for them to show up. Who knows. 

And oh, well, I don't care in the sense that it was just my first time, I was simply curious to try it. I didn't form any special bond there or anything to really be mad about it, so I don't really care. Plus, chats make me feel weird because I don't know how to have small talk, it's weird to me. Yeah, I'm weird. 

That's kind of odd, seeing as counselors are helpful. My counselor was the one to give me a therapy card that my mom likely trashed because addictions weren't her specialty, but she cared about me and saw something in me. Did you dislike your counselor? Our counselor was pretty cool, so, meh, I can't really analyze that like I do other things, that segment of my past doesn't matter to me. There isn't anything to take from it. What did the people say you contacted? I'm fine with looking at it that way, but it wasn't that way. I'm not saying they didn't have lives or anything... but we saw each other every day unless they were too busy breathing to just for one moment show some compassion. It's all gravy, though, It's behind me. I can't just trust anyone, now, so finding people will not be a walk in the park. I'm pretty at ease actually, currently speaking.

Well, how would I sound if called myself selfish? the definition of selfless is being concerned more with the needs and wishes of others than with one's own. Can I not realize that this term and its definition align with how I am?; and describe myself using this term which defines how I am? I am an introvert, the definition is a shy, reticent person. If I am indeed that, wouldn't I, in essence, be an introvert? Maybe I shouldn't have used "everyone", so excuse that, again, I'm imperfect. I don't think every single person was this way, heaven's no... but the majority was, or at least they pretended to be... I don't see why. I didn't go to some pretentious school, it was daycare/playpen/limbo. And well, according to various teachers and my own experience growing up through school... I was different from my peers and acted older than my age, my interests were of things not common of a kid my age -- theology, science, philosophy -- I was not some average kid who played video games all day and was obsessed with sports. Now you're making me thin think I was suffering some kind of illusion or something, that my past and former self, was not what I thought it to be. Maybe I committed a crime and am repressing it with false a past of myself too. I must really be psych ward bound... so much for progress I suppose... I must be a sociopath. Now I don't even trust my own mind. 

Well, assuming 97% of all of my classes consisted of depressives (which is surreal)... I believe there needs to be a call to action and some CPS needs to get involved. I'd imagine that out of every 30 students, at least 2 are depressed or going through some sort of mental problem. 10 may have a not-so-perfect life outside of school, but it's not getting in the way of their mental stability severely. The rest are arguably doing okay mentally speaking. There is a difference between a depressed child, someone who is having mental instability and someone who has boyfriend issues and other stupid teenage drama. The ratio in that regard would look like 2:28. The other 28 can work it out by themselves as it isn't anything severe. In my school, we had 7 periods. So, out of my 7 periods, maybe 14 or less of my students could have some form of depression, social anxiety and so forth. I teach over 100 a day, only about 14 really need special attention. They all will get that, and if I am busy, I will get someone else involve so they can get the help they need. But I would not just brush them off like that, they can write me a note. If I'm unable to do much at the moment, I'll talk with someone who can assist them. No one should be a teacher if their #1 priority isn't their students... instead of money. A lot of teachers are just there for the checks and that reflects on the academic and behavioral output of students, I have seen this first hand. 

I'm just talkative, I can't really help that, it's me, it's how I am, I think a lot (or not), I'm very thoughtful (or not), I like to show someone that they have my undivided attention (or not). I'm desperate for someone whose the same (again, or not). Using your hypothetical scenario, I'd have to know how in the world we began talking. Who made the first move? I make the first move based on the profile, our match percentage, how much you say, etc. If your profile makes you highly inviting. My OKCupid profile (IRL) is highly detailed and thought out. I did something unique, I wrote poetry to explain myself and why I was on there, my flaws, etc. (A guy really liked that too, my profile, he loved my poetry). I explained the music I like, movies, one book -- 1984 by George Orwell, my favorite book of all time -- etc.

So, if you made the first move, you should have been able to see that I sound like a vibrant person, someone who is talkative. Plus, I also deliberately state this. If you're implying I made the first move (I assume you are)... nope, nooo way Jose, unless your profile was highly deceiving in which you made it seem like you were a very outgoing/inviting/interesting person that had a match of at least 80%. You had to sound quite bubbly and/or cool for me to message you. Your profile would have to say to me: "Come to me! talk to me! If you liked what you read, talk! If you're not a perv, you're welcome!". If you don't want to talk to me, that's fine. But I'd wonder... seeing as most females mostly get random messages of guys who just want to hook up, have sex, talk about sex, and have no interest in them or talking about anything worth talking about (this is true) ... I find it odd that you wouldn't want to talk to me. I apologize that I want to know how you're doing and what your passions are and so forth. I understand that must be horrible to want to talk about such... meaningless mess. I'll leave you alone.

My point with the sarcasm: I never bombard women with walls of text or try to seep into their 'soul'. The first thing I'd usually ask is how are they doing, and just try to get to know them... honestly, I'm guessing that's too much. I try to be as easy-going as I naturally can. If they ask me a question, I give them a thought-out answer. It's not my problem if they don't want to engage in an actual conversation. Why should I be put to blame for what they do not want? I mean, once I realize they don't have much to talk about, I just leave them be. But that's highly illogical to not want to talk with me, assuming that she's looking for a decent conversation, someone who can give her discussion. Even if she was shy or something, I'm okay with that and would work with her. I'm friendly ... or not. You really have me thinking I'm not what I think I am (>_<). I have no idea how to talk about myself, my feelings and etc., if I can't trust my own thoughts/memories/feelings. (I seemingly trust your judgment, so I listened to you)

You'd say I was self-centered. I'm not asking you your boob size or if you want to hook up. I'm not harassing you, I'm proposing an informal conversation with you. At least I'm not some perverted jerk. But on that note outside of the scenario. I'm perplexed as to why you called me that. I took the Egoism test at Psychology Today and I scored 80 out of 100. It says: " Your score on the Helpfulness scale was quite high. You tend to bend over backwards and really go out of your way to help others, and in many cases, will do so without even being asked. As you probably know, offering your support and being there when needed doesn't just benefit the people around you but yourself as well. Chances are that when you're in need of a shoulder to lean on, you'll have someone to turn to. The best part about helping others isn't only that warm, fuzzy feeling it provokes, but its potentially "infectious" nature as well. That one person you help may do the same for someone else, and so on! "

Do I really sound that bad? if so, please point these things out so I may work on them, please. I don't want to be self-centered or come off as self-centered :/. More book suggestions, how fruitful of you, thank you. You better not reject me Hermitic, I stayed up till 1:55 to write this and really soak in everything. The last thing I need is someone else leaving me in the dust after I've opened up to them. Then again, I wonder if I'm used to it now or not. I rather not have to end up saying I'm used to it. 

 

 

 

 

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I would encounter someone interesting and send an email. I would get a few responses and then the person would break contact. Invariably. I could never discern why.

I saw the counselors and quacks. I didn't believe or trust them.

Maybe you aren't arrogant. That's merely how you seemed to me. I can't judge people well. I had delusions in high school that dissipated as I sat in college. I realized I had been acting foolishly and against what I truly wanted.

You think teachers are there for the money? Teachers are paid relatively little (unless your school was different), and becoming one take some time and effort.

I didn't create the hypothetical scenario very thouroughly. I just meant that if I encountered you I probably wouldn't want to converse with you. I find it odd that people on OKCupid don't want to talk to me, too. I don't ask them for sex or shower them with petty compliments; I look for similarities in our profiles and try to discuss those while suggesting more substantive topics.

Walls of text are bad? That might be my problem, then. Finding someone as eager for discussion as you are is quite difficult, it seems. I usually write a lot, trying to encourage responses. Perhaps this is disingenous, as I wish to be reticent. What impression do I give when I write five paragraphs in response to 4 sentences?

You are far more gregarious than I, and you are obviously confident in your abilities. It seems we often are not who we think we are. Who we think we are is influenced by the expectations placed on us.

I can't speak for anyone but me; I don't know if you should heed what I'm saying. If other people say it too, then it might be something to change. If I'm the only person who says these things, I'm probably just wrong.

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@Hermitic

Hey, I took a week off, I was feeling mentally burnt out.

Then we experience the same thing. If I still have messages in my facebook, I'll reactivate it and show you some examples. I just have to remember the password for it. I had a secondary one and a primary one.

Depends on what you define as 'arrogant'. I could be a lot of things, at this point, I'm quite defenseless. If someone called me a ******, I'd probably just believe it. It's not like I can counter that with anything other than 'no I'm not'. The best thing I can do is just try to be a decent person where I can as if that means much nowadays.

Yes, yes I do. You'd be surprised how many people are only interested in the check, even if it isn't 6 figures a year. I've seen the difference between a teacher who is there because they love to educate and a teacher who is there because they're getting a check. You also have to keep in mind that individuals pay wages may differ depending on the degrees they have as well. Bottomline is I know a compassionate teacher when I see one. I have seen the opposite as well, they hate kids, they hate teaching, but they're getting some kind of money. Not every teacher is invested in making a child successful and truly educated in the future. The school system itself is an utter failure. I wasted 4 years of my life, learning absolutely nothing in most aspects besides literature and computing. 

When is the last time you were on OKCupid? what did your last conversation look like? And it doesn't work huh? To me, the whole dating site thing can lead to an addiction of sorts. That's the big reason I opted out of it. Women don't pursue men the way men pursue women. And even when you're a decent guy, it seems to be a worthless effort. I didn't want to be that person who was constantly trying to get something from it, it'll only make you more miserable in my opinion at least. Look at this video: 

If you're asking me personally, no, walls of text are not bad. There is nothing wrong with enjoying the act of talking, having a deep conversation. That's just who we are. It's just 'bad' when we end up trying to talk with someone who is incompatible with us on that specific level. The problem is that those 'types' far outweigh those who are similar to us.

Writing/talking is a very stimulative thing for me, I like to soak in what a person is saying dissect it, and give a thoughtful response back. For example, if the average female (based on experience) asked me what I'm doing, I tell her "I'm brainstorming for a novel I'm writing, and you?" (I used to want to be an author). She wouldn't try to progress the conversation by talking about that, she'd just say "Just chilling" or something of that nature. If it were me and a female told me she was brainstorming idea for a novel, the lightbulb in my brain would turn on. I'd ask what her story is about. I'd offer my help/opinions as well. I'd show interest, not because I find it to be the right thing to do... but because I'm legit interested. I like to engage and share ideas, share thoughts, bouncing off what each other is saying like ping pong... a very beautiful thing. People who admire true conversation (as I call it) in my opinion are an endangered species. Four sentences? I've barely even gotten that! Four sentences seem like a nice way to start off, that seems like an engaging person. Here is the impression you should get: "Hmm. wow, he's very passionate" she'll read carefully what you say *writes a few paragraphs back in response*. There have only been two girls I've known of this breed to exist... both stopped talking to me shortly after. The old middle school friend that moved back to Oregon and a girl I met on youtube. 

I'm not outgoing or confident haha. I may wish to be and try to be, but I'm not. No one has ever made me feel that I am, I don't know. The only ability I'm confident in is breathing. I'm not entirlely sure what others expect of me, do you? To be fair, I never really felt I met anyone's expectations besides my teachers. I always felt way too old (mentally) to relate to anyone my age. It was always the older adults (excluding my parents) who seemed to understand me perfectly. I was just being myself, that worked with adults, but it did not work with those around my own age. Therefore I began to feel alone, and different from everyone else. I used to try to look for 'cougar' dating sites (ultimate fail) so I can befriend an older woman, mid 30s to late 40s-ish. Didn't find any site that seemed legit. I'm just down on my luck 

No one else has even told me about myself. So, I truthfully don't know what to change. What is there to change? become a 'badass' who smokes and lives above the law? I wish the females who rejected me actually gave me a logical reason as to why they did so. Same for you. We can't really know if it truly is us unless the same exact people who don't want to talk to us tell us why... and see if what they say means that it's us or not. Just because they have a reason doesn't mean that it's us or that something is actually wrong. So... nobody knows currently. 

 

 

 

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Accepting a derogatory name is not necessarily a bad thing, provided you try to discern why you were given that name. Perhaps changes would be helpful, or perhaps not.

I don't know enough about the school system to determine its overall effectiveness. One reason I suggested that you are arrogant is that you confidently proclaim things about which you having extensive knowledge seems unlikely. Do you truly know that the system is an "utter" failure, or that you learned "absolutely" nothing?

I visit OKCupid every day, and I've had interesting conversations and met someone willing to play multiplayer with me. Everyone is "that guy" (or woman) trying to get something. People want supportive and engaging emotional connections. If someone responds with "just chilling," then s/he is probably not suitable for you.

Is there some place where people who find exchanging ideas would meet? Have you tried Meetup.com? Perhaps there's a writing group near you.

From my perspective, you are much more confident and outgoing than you believe you are.

When people stop responding to my messages, I usually wait a while, then send a message asking why. The responses I have received are varied. Sometimes the person had a painful experience (death of a loved one, breakup, etc.), and was not interested in chatting on a dating website. Sometimes the person was busy. Sometimes the person was forgetful. Sometimes I had said something repulsive. These reasons may or may not be truthful, of course.

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- I've been called s*upidfor thinking that there is nothing wrong with a specific music artist on youtube. So... ehm.

- Well... for one, statistics. Two, my complete experience with going through the public school system. Three, my younger sister who is in elementary school, they are not properly teaching them what they're supposed to be taught. By the 5th grade, they're supposed to understand how to write essays, but her 4th-grade teacher never went over essay writing.  Four, the public school system is hardly about teaching kids the tools they need for success, putting them on paths to success, giving them skills. In all honesty, by the time you graduate high school, you should be trained in a certain skill and have entry level experience for a specific job. When I say I learned absolutely nothing from most classes, I mean exactly that, in high school I mean. We were not properly educated, we were not given the tools for knowledge, it was just day care for teenagers. The most I got out of high school as I said was literature and computing/web design and working with Microsoft office (I'm certified). Everything else? waste. But I'm sure I'm the only individual who thinks that, so pay that opinion no mind. Doesn't really matter anyway. I still can't see how that correlates to arrogance, though. I'm not displaying a sense of superiority when I say that the public school system is a failure. I'm just saying that it isn't what it should be, it can be better in many aspects. I'm not telling ghost stories here, I've talked with others who fee the same exact way. 

- I thought (emphasis on "thought") you said you haven't met anyone. If you got someone to play games with you, seems like a success to me. Yeah, but let's look at it as if it were running in a race. How many of these people are running for an endless amount of time, still seeing no finish line? Maybe some people have the stamina to keep running, maybe others don't. Maybe others do not want to continue running because it's burning them out, it's no longer fun, it's no longer interesting. They want to sit down and stop, and they can. I want to stop before I pass out and fall unconscious. Not everyone has to run for 10 hours and still see no finish line... there is no reason a person has to keep running if they're too tired to go on. I'm quite content with this now, doesn't bother me much now that I've stopped running. Maybe if I just focus on myself  and rest instead of running continuously, there will be another way to reach the finish line in due time. Plus, it isn't for everyone. And I'm also fine with that if that's the case for me.

- Do you realize I have anthropophobia?

- How so?

- Not interested in chatting on a dating website signs up on a dating website where the selling point is to chat how ironic, classy. Tell me, Hermitic... what is the ratio of people you've messaged and haven't responded back? how many of them had the above excuses? For all the ones who had these reasons. Are they still communicating with you? because y'all did engage in greetings. That's not really a reason to not communicate with someone once you're feeling better. Put it this way... if they want to talk with you- like truly want to talk with you... whatever is going on, once that is blown over, they should talk with you no? See how I left for a week and came back? like that. Do they do that? just curious.

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