Even with people, life feels pretty lonely. Few people share my interests or goals, my beliefs (the rational ones). No one person has all of the above; I understand I should keep modest standards for friendship; I do, but…
I don’t want to bother keeping up with the subtleties of people. It’s stupid to think that any company of friends would be truthful and plain towards me at all times. It’s painful to think I’m so immature that I can’t handle frustrations of adult conversation.
No reasonable person would bother with me. I’m the last resort - bottom of the barrel. When you hit rock bottom and nobody likes you, then I will - and you might like me too just because you forget how being liked by better people feels.
feels bad man