narayana0121
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- Apr 12, 2023
- 25
I wanted to post a little about myself to see what y'all think. I really hope I'm not just wasting everyone's time.
tw: I ramble on and on at times, it might be boring.
I'm 19 years old, male. I go to college at a pretty big state university in the south. Closeted gay.
I sum up my reason for being here into two parts: social ineptitude, and family problems.
I have never had a true friend my whole life. No friend that I made on my own that I feel comfortable around, At least not since kindergarten. I feel so lonely at times, it gets unbearable.
I went to a small private school, where everyone already seemed to be good friends with everyone else. This only furthered my own feelings of exclusion. There were times when I would try to talk to others or hang out with other people around lunch, but to no avail. I was always the third wheel. There were times that I would embarrass myself, trying to follow others to try to become friends with them.
Its not like I had many redeeming "cool" qualities either. I was absolutely crap at sports, I was always last pick when it came to team sports. All I ever did was go to school, and come home to do homework, and more "practice work" that my mom piled on me to get me ahead academically. Come middle school, I realized I was gay. I had absolutely no friends I could talk to anyways, so I stayed quiet. I didn't feel comfortable telling my parents either, who knows how'd they react. I had no one to talk to, and I felt sticky, smelly, and unlikable.
Into high school, I continued to be an outcast. By now, I have fully accepted and internalized my loneliness, and accepted that I would be forever a miserable loner. Except for one acquaintance that I would see in some classes, I would never speak to anyone else, as if it would make a difference anyway. They'd treat me like I was special needs (there is nothing wrong with special needs), like I was a pet, like I was innocent and dumb. I would say something in class, and people would exclaim "woah he spoke!?!?". I hated this stupid kind of attention, so I kept my voice to a minimum.
And now I'm in college. Stupid me thought It'd be different, but no. During orientation, I spent most of the social times in the bathroom, freaked out by everyone. Ugly, fat, gay, probably looked and smelled like shit, had no interesting hobbies, and no experience with making friends. My college freshman year is almost over, and any friends that I made at the beginning of the semester all became minor acquaintances or faded away completely. I try so hard to relate with and hang out with people I see in class, but I am not interesting enough to them, they have other more fun friends.
My dad is a piece of shit. He came home every night and drank. Once he got fully drunk, he was such a pain to deal with, so annoying. The worst was when it came to him interacting with my mother. He treats her like shit, spewing nonsense names at her constantly, abusing her.
And yet, my dad never treated myself like he treated my mother, but he'd do all these things to make me feel wrong about being with my mother who took care of me. After my parents divorced before high school, there were times when he'd call the police to show up at our front door all because I didn't pick up the phone, or he'd yell at me for being late to come to his house when he had custody on the weekends, and accuse me of trying to stay with my mom. But after he'd do this, he would be loving just like my mom.
We had a big fight one time, I was at his house on his weekend, summer before senior year of HS. I don't remember the buildup, but he was saying the absolute most vile things about my mother, that she was a b*tch and prostitute, and everyone on her side of the family were bad. I decided to argue with him, and he got mad enough to take my key to the house and told me that he did not want to see me anymore. I left with my brother back to my mom's house. He tried calling me a week later and tried to convince me of why he was right about what he had said, but I didn't answer the phone (I only heard the voicemails). I went no-contact for a whole year.
I was at my grandparent's house one day though, while visiting from college, and I saw him for the first time after a while. Rather than arguing or being nasty, he was calm. We talked for a while. In retrospect, it was very shallow talk, about how I shouldn't have went no-contact like that, and I should speak with my dad.
He visits me occasionally while I'm at college so we can talk and go out to eat. I feel so confused and guilty, I spoke against him and chose to stay with my mother more during the divorce hearings, I made sure to tell them about all the shit he's done to make my mom's life miserable, and he cites this as me betraying him. He caused my mother so much pain, and he refuses to admit it, and yet treats me like his dear sweet child. He showers me in love, and...I feel like a horrible person for rejecting his love? Am I also a piece of shit like him?
This is a long essay, and I apologize for it's length. I will understand if people just ignore my post. I want to feel like I belong, but I can't and I don't. Im such a pathetic weak ass, I can't stand up to my dad's nonsense. Hell, I can't stand up to a simple conversation with a classmate without feelings of dread and anxiety. It's all to hard, it's all to scary, I don't want to continue anymore.
tw: I ramble on and on at times, it might be boring.
I'm 19 years old, male. I go to college at a pretty big state university in the south. Closeted gay.
I sum up my reason for being here into two parts: social ineptitude, and family problems.
I have never had a true friend my whole life. No friend that I made on my own that I feel comfortable around, At least not since kindergarten. I feel so lonely at times, it gets unbearable.
I went to a small private school, where everyone already seemed to be good friends with everyone else. This only furthered my own feelings of exclusion. There were times when I would try to talk to others or hang out with other people around lunch, but to no avail. I was always the third wheel. There were times that I would embarrass myself, trying to follow others to try to become friends with them.
Its not like I had many redeeming "cool" qualities either. I was absolutely crap at sports, I was always last pick when it came to team sports. All I ever did was go to school, and come home to do homework, and more "practice work" that my mom piled on me to get me ahead academically. Come middle school, I realized I was gay. I had absolutely no friends I could talk to anyways, so I stayed quiet. I didn't feel comfortable telling my parents either, who knows how'd they react. I had no one to talk to, and I felt sticky, smelly, and unlikable.
Into high school, I continued to be an outcast. By now, I have fully accepted and internalized my loneliness, and accepted that I would be forever a miserable loner. Except for one acquaintance that I would see in some classes, I would never speak to anyone else, as if it would make a difference anyway. They'd treat me like I was special needs (there is nothing wrong with special needs), like I was a pet, like I was innocent and dumb. I would say something in class, and people would exclaim "woah he spoke!?!?". I hated this stupid kind of attention, so I kept my voice to a minimum.
And now I'm in college. Stupid me thought It'd be different, but no. During orientation, I spent most of the social times in the bathroom, freaked out by everyone. Ugly, fat, gay, probably looked and smelled like shit, had no interesting hobbies, and no experience with making friends. My college freshman year is almost over, and any friends that I made at the beginning of the semester all became minor acquaintances or faded away completely. I try so hard to relate with and hang out with people I see in class, but I am not interesting enough to them, they have other more fun friends.
My dad is a piece of shit. He came home every night and drank. Once he got fully drunk, he was such a pain to deal with, so annoying. The worst was when it came to him interacting with my mother. He treats her like shit, spewing nonsense names at her constantly, abusing her.
And yet, my dad never treated myself like he treated my mother, but he'd do all these things to make me feel wrong about being with my mother who took care of me. After my parents divorced before high school, there were times when he'd call the police to show up at our front door all because I didn't pick up the phone, or he'd yell at me for being late to come to his house when he had custody on the weekends, and accuse me of trying to stay with my mom. But after he'd do this, he would be loving just like my mom.
We had a big fight one time, I was at his house on his weekend, summer before senior year of HS. I don't remember the buildup, but he was saying the absolute most vile things about my mother, that she was a b*tch and prostitute, and everyone on her side of the family were bad. I decided to argue with him, and he got mad enough to take my key to the house and told me that he did not want to see me anymore. I left with my brother back to my mom's house. He tried calling me a week later and tried to convince me of why he was right about what he had said, but I didn't answer the phone (I only heard the voicemails). I went no-contact for a whole year.
I was at my grandparent's house one day though, while visiting from college, and I saw him for the first time after a while. Rather than arguing or being nasty, he was calm. We talked for a while. In retrospect, it was very shallow talk, about how I shouldn't have went no-contact like that, and I should speak with my dad.
He visits me occasionally while I'm at college so we can talk and go out to eat. I feel so confused and guilty, I spoke against him and chose to stay with my mother more during the divorce hearings, I made sure to tell them about all the shit he's done to make my mom's life miserable, and he cites this as me betraying him. He caused my mother so much pain, and he refuses to admit it, and yet treats me like his dear sweet child. He showers me in love, and...I feel like a horrible person for rejecting his love? Am I also a piece of shit like him?
This is a long essay, and I apologize for it's length. I will understand if people just ignore my post. I want to feel like I belong, but I can't and I don't. Im such a pathetic weak ass, I can't stand up to my dad's nonsense. Hell, I can't stand up to a simple conversation with a classmate without feelings of dread and anxiety. It's all to hard, it's all to scary, I don't want to continue anymore.