BeansOfRequirement
Behind the guilt was compassion
- Jan 26, 2021
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Usually only have to deal with old (and/or unattractive) women and other men at work. Lately fate decided to fuck with me and I ended up having to (not really, but I'll get to that) exchange a sentence or two with, first, a cute but not super attractive woman (bad enough); and then this time around they somehow spawned in a very attractive woman with whom I spoke. I am convinced that I basically have two paths in life: suicide (99% probability of this being the one that's actualized) and somefuckinghow getting a girlfriend (1% prob, if I'm being optimistic). I've argued this stance before and probably will not do it again, unless you actually have a great argument that I missed during years of thinking about this. I suppose you could also throw in going hard with the meditation as a third option, since I have had some great results with that in the past, this would in theory make it so that I no longer felt the need for a girlfriend (or maybe could relate to the need without suffering, etc). I guess I should also leave some room for unexpected things like suddenly getting extremely interested in a hobby/field of study/whatever, but I deem it very unlikely.
Don't feel like repeating my life circumstances again, so basically I am a stereotypical man-child that's autistic, a virgin, lives in mom's basement, etc. This makes it virtually impossible to get a gf from online dating or to ask someone out/cold-approach or whatever. I can in all likelihood also not engage in casual sex, since I can't really feel my dick when I jerk off, it might also be too curved. Think I'd need months of nofap and/or literal medical treatment to have a chance at sexual function aside from anhedonically masturbating in the basement. So, I'd most likely need a real long-term thing first, not focused on any sex.
So, I'm obviously not going to be hitting on anyone. This means I'd basically have to play the numbers (which I can't, since I virtually never meet anyone) and hope that someone gets very attracted to me somehow, and that'd have to be an even more unlikely thing since I can't go through the friend circle/party thing (no friends, ofc). Repeating myself here, but I have had this happen before and have ended up rejecting all advances, despite being extremely interested back. This was, which goes without saying, before I ended up a "man-child" or whatever. Pure mental illness, I can't really explain this behavior. Meaning, if I somehow got another chance (again, at most 1% over the rest of my lifespan, guesstimate) I'd most likely do it again unless I really forced myself not to. It might actually already have happened once this year, but the situation was weird and I didn't get any clear verbal information. I also have an extreme bias to interpret anything and everything as a possible IOI, for obvious reasons. So, there's that to deal with as well.
So, in both cases with the cute wymyn I actually did start a short and professional convo (this was more like not avoiding socializing as I would normally, rather than looking for an excuse to talk). First one was very nice, but didn't start asking if I was single or something (no, I'm not expecting that, but this is probably literally what has to happen for me not to kill myself eventually). Second one was a little more in a hurry, but I happened across two interactions in short order due to chance, during the second one I seem to have displayed faulty thinking as I was trying to throw an extra sentence in (not that it'd matter). Anyway, it was clear throughout the short interactions that she wasn't going to, after a very short exchange, with no displayed intention from my part at all, and without us knowing each other's names or anything, ask me out on a date or something (and, btw, if she asks for social media I don't have it)--*surprise Pikachu face*. So I then started crying a lot and experienced a series of my very frequent lil breakdowns, thankfully this is possible (at least I think so, I'll find out) during work for me.
Just a lil story for the two people who'll recognize me on here nowadays. Btw, I'm open to more rap ideas. I've been trying to get another one going but the rhymes aren't flowing. Dick all red, imma hit the bed. Dick all dry, imma cry.
Don't feel like repeating my life circumstances again, so basically I am a stereotypical man-child that's autistic, a virgin, lives in mom's basement, etc. This makes it virtually impossible to get a gf from online dating or to ask someone out/cold-approach or whatever. I can in all likelihood also not engage in casual sex, since I can't really feel my dick when I jerk off, it might also be too curved. Think I'd need months of nofap and/or literal medical treatment to have a chance at sexual function aside from anhedonically masturbating in the basement. So, I'd most likely need a real long-term thing first, not focused on any sex.
So, I'm obviously not going to be hitting on anyone. This means I'd basically have to play the numbers (which I can't, since I virtually never meet anyone) and hope that someone gets very attracted to me somehow, and that'd have to be an even more unlikely thing since I can't go through the friend circle/party thing (no friends, ofc). Repeating myself here, but I have had this happen before and have ended up rejecting all advances, despite being extremely interested back. This was, which goes without saying, before I ended up a "man-child" or whatever. Pure mental illness, I can't really explain this behavior. Meaning, if I somehow got another chance (again, at most 1% over the rest of my lifespan, guesstimate) I'd most likely do it again unless I really forced myself not to. It might actually already have happened once this year, but the situation was weird and I didn't get any clear verbal information. I also have an extreme bias to interpret anything and everything as a possible IOI, for obvious reasons. So, there's that to deal with as well.
So, in both cases with the cute wymyn I actually did start a short and professional convo (this was more like not avoiding socializing as I would normally, rather than looking for an excuse to talk). First one was very nice, but didn't start asking if I was single or something (no, I'm not expecting that, but this is probably literally what has to happen for me not to kill myself eventually). Second one was a little more in a hurry, but I happened across two interactions in short order due to chance, during the second one I seem to have displayed faulty thinking as I was trying to throw an extra sentence in (not that it'd matter). Anyway, it was clear throughout the short interactions that she wasn't going to, after a very short exchange, with no displayed intention from my part at all, and without us knowing each other's names or anything, ask me out on a date or something (and, btw, if she asks for social media I don't have it)--*surprise Pikachu face*. So I then started crying a lot and experienced a series of my very frequent lil breakdowns, thankfully this is possible (at least I think so, I'll find out) during work for me.
Just a lil story for the two people who'll recognize me on here nowadays. Btw, I'm open to more rap ideas. I've been trying to get another one going but the rhymes aren't flowing. Dick all red, imma hit the bed. Dick all dry, imma cry.