RosebyAnyName
Staring at the ceiling for 6 hours
- Nov 9, 2023
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TLDR: I used to join online hate groups so I could feel like I belonged somewhere, but it just made me worse in the end
I was bullied a lot as a kid, never fit in anywhere as an adult, never felt socially connected with others. Struggled to make friends, failed to keep friends. It made me bitter, jealous, and spiteful. Seeing other people being happy made me miserable. I would actively avoid happy people because they reminded me of how worthless I was.
In my teen years, I became desperate for connections. I wanted to belong somewhere. Since happy people made me uncomfortable, I started gravitating towards fringe groups online. Small groups of people that were also miserable in like-minded ways. People that listened to me and understood my frustrations. They even gave me scapegoats so I didn't have to blame myself every time I failed in life. I didn't have to think that I was a lonely miserable worthless person because I deserved it, I could pretend it was somebody else's fault. "Finally," I would think to myself, "everything doesn't have to be my fault."
Sure, those groups never actually cared about me, but if I parroted what they wanted then I could pretend to get social approval, which was better than nothing, right?
But even those groups rejected me eventually. They only loved the words I parroted back to them, never who I actually was, and the only thing I got out of it was more tools to hate myself and others. I should have known better. Now I have to live knowing I'm so unlovable that even hate groups that are desperate for recruits wouldn't want me. I'm basically a lost cause.
I am no longer a part of any of these hate groups, and I still have no sense of belonging anywhere, but I'm old enough now to know it was all in vain anyways. Even if I found an innocent group that could have accepted who I was when I was whole, when I was undamaged, they wouldn't accept me now and who I've become because of my own self-perpetuated downward spiral and cowardice.
Thank you for reading, I've wanted to get this off my chest for a long time.
I was bullied a lot as a kid, never fit in anywhere as an adult, never felt socially connected with others. Struggled to make friends, failed to keep friends. It made me bitter, jealous, and spiteful. Seeing other people being happy made me miserable. I would actively avoid happy people because they reminded me of how worthless I was.
In my teen years, I became desperate for connections. I wanted to belong somewhere. Since happy people made me uncomfortable, I started gravitating towards fringe groups online. Small groups of people that were also miserable in like-minded ways. People that listened to me and understood my frustrations. They even gave me scapegoats so I didn't have to blame myself every time I failed in life. I didn't have to think that I was a lonely miserable worthless person because I deserved it, I could pretend it was somebody else's fault. "Finally," I would think to myself, "everything doesn't have to be my fault."
Sure, those groups never actually cared about me, but if I parroted what they wanted then I could pretend to get social approval, which was better than nothing, right?
But even those groups rejected me eventually. They only loved the words I parroted back to them, never who I actually was, and the only thing I got out of it was more tools to hate myself and others. I should have known better. Now I have to live knowing I'm so unlovable that even hate groups that are desperate for recruits wouldn't want me. I'm basically a lost cause.
I am no longer a part of any of these hate groups, and I still have no sense of belonging anywhere, but I'm old enough now to know it was all in vain anyways. Even if I found an innocent group that could have accepted who I was when I was whole, when I was undamaged, they wouldn't accept me now and who I've become because of my own self-perpetuated downward spiral and cowardice.
Thank you for reading, I've wanted to get this off my chest for a long time.