Wendy_Pleakley [he/him, they/them]

When you realize that nobody is watching your insta story piecing together your lore the way people do with FNAF games

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I struggle with this sort of thing myself. It’s like I’ll see someone and find them so instantly attractive that I lock up and don’t know how to proceed socially. I usually end up feeling guilty, like I’m staring too much. I felt like it was a male gaze thing for the longest time.

For me some of it is envy vs. attraction, am I into them or do I want to look like them? I’m not always sure, and it could be both or neither. I’m attracted to guys, but women catch my eye more.

I’ve lost my own point! In any case, whoever experiences this, I sympathize, because I am still trying to understand my own tendencies to be awkward around the beautiful people

“Greetings, fellow Do-Gooder!”

She’s not a girl

who misses much

dudududududooo

oh yeah

I get the impression that most people don’t get caught in moral quandaries that cause them to retreat from the world in a state of emotional overwhelm

But I do get caught in this assumption that if I explain myself perfectly then it’ll click and somebody will see me as I truly am

I also don’t get how people ask questions without being scared

I don’t understand why I am sweating through every piece of clothing just enough to leave ugly stains. We simply do not have the science to answer such a thing.

It’s very annoying though. Nobody else looks sweaty 😐

Listen, in this house we trust Snoopy. We believe in Snoopy

But for real, how are you supposed to do stuff when everything causes you to freak out and need somebody? I’ve gone so long without someone to confide in that the need washes over me instantly.

People always say I’m hard to help, that I don’t accept help. But now that I’m in complete atrophy, I can’t move forward in my life, and the doors are wide open, people are even less willing to help. I thought people would rise to an opportunity to answer the call of a friend in need but truly idk anymore

Or maybe everyone but me has the answer. It seems like it many days

I get so overwhelmed.

I don’t know if I believe that people can keep themselves organized. It genuinely seems impossible without a second person aware to be aware of me and cognizant of my issues and habits.

Like, every time a situation happens I just have to fucking figure it out. I don’t have that best friend who will listen no matter what and always knows what to say.

Tbh I kind of assume that everyone else does have someone, and I missed the Friend Deadline so that’s why nobody chooses me

I have to ask, did the concern about microplastics go away, or is it just one of many horrors that have faded into the background?

I mentioned it to my parents, and they seemed to think that tiny bits of plastic inside of us isn’t a huge deal.

The lack of an objective reality is really causing me to pine for a Zerg-hivemind in which I can simply rely on sharing a brain with everyone I interact with

Edit: embarrassed to admit this wasn’t actually rhetorical

I genuinely don’t know how people get better after trauma forces them to self isolate. If you don’t have someone who loves you enough to recognize your patterns, aren’t you doomed without sufficient evidence to change?

Edit: Low-key I feel like most people do have a one singular person that they can turn to about everything. I don’t and it’s agonizing. Maybe everyone on earth has someone to confide in already, could explain the blank stares I get everywhere I try to talk about this stuff

I don’t know how to reconcile what I perceive as the failing of my support system. To me, the fact that we lost touch is at all is a sign that the friendships weren’t what I thought they were. Because the conversation doesn’t end, not between friends. If it ends, that means something happened. But nobody on the opposite end thought me going quiet was a sign that I wasn’t okay, or that I was losing the will to live.

Maybe I’m alone in these thoughts and that’s why nobody responds

For me it starts to feel manipulative, like I don’t want a genuine connection, I just want someone that will text me back. And I realize that that’s not fair, so I feel guilty and don’t text anyone. It feels like making any move would be acting on this evil selfishness of “no, look at ME”, but also hiding from my friends is selfish too?

EDIT: and also the minute they text back the process completely starts over, and I’m like, what the fuck do I say, did I want to talk to them, do they like me, and it just continues until I can’t respond because I’m so overwhelmed

I feel like I’m discovering this year that I just don’t understand friendship.

Idk. I start school next week, and am hopeful, but I continue to not fully understand my problems

Comforted by the silence I guess

Just realized that we grow and learn from our experiences without realizing it? Damn, that’s fucking crazy ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Trogdor, Computer Virus.

Also, “A One that is not cold is scarcely a One at all”

Unfortunately I was dealing with this particular issue on Android. I’m most likely gonna install it on my laptop (Windows) though so this seems like good info, thank you

Every time I have to do a virtual meeting I end up having a technical issue that is confounding to everyone involved and has no clear solution.

Today everyone could hear me, but I couldn’t hear anyone. Every volume setting at full volume. Switching between wired and wireless headphones. I never figured out what went wrong 🫠

You sound like me in 2020. And frankly? I’m here for it

Greetings!

I used to go by SterlingPooper around here (which is a pun on a company called Sterling Cooper from the show Mad Men). NO MORE!

Uh, I just got sick of typing the word poop and looking at the word poop and associating that with myself. Shiny new username, feels good.