Don't mind me
Social recluse.
I think at some point in life, some eventually give up on people, and exclude themselves from all group activities and social gatherings.
And it's gradual.
Doesn't happen in one day.
There was one lady here who often shared posts about being lonely when I joined.
And I often wondered, you know, why doesn't she just talk to more people and interact with them and so on? I mean, if you want friends, or a partner, or lover, that's how you would do it, right?
You would have to put yourself out there, talk to others, engage with others, interact with them, get to know them, associate with them, and then gradually, you'd find people that you click with.
Except when you don't.
Except when you have terrible experience with someone, and you move on and try again, and have another horrible experience with someone, and you pick yourself up and push forward, then someone comes along, and they're not what you expected.
How many bad experiences would it take for one to start getting away from others?
How many nightmares does it take for one to start pushing others away? You know, someone expresses their interest in you, but at that point in life, you're just done with people, given up on humanity.
Everyone has an endurance limit, and in due time, they'll reach a breaking point, after which they'll never be the same. Things will never be the same.
Even if you're a care-free happy soul, there are certain memories in life that can never be erased, experiences that cannot be forgiven, no matter how much you loved someone, or what they meant to you.
In fact, it's because of how much you loved someone, or cared for them, and what they meant to you, that's likely to engrave a permanent marker in your brain about the horrible things they said, or did, that can never be forgotten.
It's the people that you value the most, that can hurt you the most.
And that's why people give up, on hope.
They can never be fully healed, and to expect anyone else to come by and hurt them any more, is unbearable.
You meet one terrible person, and they hurt you, and you meet another terrible person, and they hurt you too, then you meet another terrible person, and they hurt you. Does the cycle ever end?
At some point in life, one has to raise the question, is it even worth it anymore?
Are people worth talking to?
Are people worth meeting?
Are they worth caring for, or falling in love with?
As one grows older, the matters of the heart become more troublesome to deal with.
When you're young, yes, you'll cry to your friend and meet someone new and move on.
But when you're old, it becomes harder to fall in love.
It becomes harder to open up to others.
All the hurt you've dealt with, all the pain, all the trauma, it all comes back to make you generally suspicious of people's intents and motives.
Someone expresses their interest in you - why? Do they just want to fvck you and throw you away?
What do they want from you?
What are their intentions?
Loneliness is terrible and difficult to live with, but those who have been hurt by someone who was special and important to them, will find it a more tolerable situation to live in, than to face the nightmares that they once had.
Some people are naturally charming and charismatic and intriguing and they'll easily captivate and attract an audience and a following in their lives.
Others, don't possess the tantalizing t!ts to attract such admiration and support.
Those, will most likely end up in solitude.
Uninteresting.
Undesirable.
Uncared for.
Unwanted.
A social recluse.
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I think at some point in life, some eventually give up on people, and exclude themselves from all group activities and social gatherings.
And it's gradual.
Doesn't happen in one day.
There was one lady here who often shared posts about being lonely when I joined.
And I often wondered, you know, why doesn't she just talk to more people and interact with them and so on? I mean, if you want friends, or a partner, or lover, that's how you would do it, right?
You would have to put yourself out there, talk to others, engage with others, interact with them, get to know them, associate with them, and then gradually, you'd find people that you click with.
Except when you don't.
Except when you have terrible experience with someone, and you move on and try again, and have another horrible experience with someone, and you pick yourself up and push forward, then someone comes along, and they're not what you expected.
How many bad experiences would it take for one to start getting away from others?
How many nightmares does it take for one to start pushing others away? You know, someone expresses their interest in you, but at that point in life, you're just done with people, given up on humanity.
Everyone has an endurance limit, and in due time, they'll reach a breaking point, after which they'll never be the same. Things will never be the same.
Even if you're a care-free happy soul, there are certain memories in life that can never be erased, experiences that cannot be forgiven, no matter how much you loved someone, or what they meant to you.
In fact, it's because of how much you loved someone, or cared for them, and what they meant to you, that's likely to engrave a permanent marker in your brain about the horrible things they said, or did, that can never be forgotten.
It's the people that you value the most, that can hurt you the most.
And that's why people give up, on hope.
They can never be fully healed, and to expect anyone else to come by and hurt them any more, is unbearable.
You meet one terrible person, and they hurt you, and you meet another terrible person, and they hurt you too, then you meet another terrible person, and they hurt you. Does the cycle ever end?
At some point in life, one has to raise the question, is it even worth it anymore?
Are people worth talking to?
Are people worth meeting?
Are they worth caring for, or falling in love with?
As one grows older, the matters of the heart become more troublesome to deal with.
When you're young, yes, you'll cry to your friend and meet someone new and move on.
But when you're old, it becomes harder to fall in love.
It becomes harder to open up to others.
All the hurt you've dealt with, all the pain, all the trauma, it all comes back to make you generally suspicious of people's intents and motives.
Someone expresses their interest in you - why? Do they just want to fvck you and throw you away?
What do they want from you?
What are their intentions?
Loneliness is terrible and difficult to live with, but those who have been hurt by someone who was special and important to them, will find it a more tolerable situation to live in, than to face the nightmares that they once had.
Some people are naturally charming and charismatic and intriguing and they'll easily captivate and attract an audience and a following in their lives.
Others, don't possess the tantalizing t!ts to attract such admiration and support.
Those, will most likely end up in solitude.
Uninteresting.
Undesirable.
Uncared for.
Unwanted.
A social recluse.
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