2019-12-31 at 10:45 PM UTC
Emotional problems? Pshh. I am the picture of emotional and mental health.
In all seriousness though, I was once characterized as "serene" by my probation officer. That should tell you a little something - namely that I'm completely serene until I am very, very not serene and do something that ends up with me being on probation. I should probably forgo serenity in favor of expressing my mild irritations before they build up to catastrophic levels, but that's absolutely not in my nature.
I'm also very insecure and socially anxious. I'm literally one of my WoW guild's top-tier raiders and I've never spoken in voice chat during a raid/ever (I joke about how it adds to my mystique, but honestly I am just way too anxious and I haven't spoken for so long that it'd be extra weird to just suddenly start). Thinking on it, that's probably why I give the appearance of serenity - I'm too afraid to do or say anything that might make someone like me less... up until I can't help myself, and do something big that gives people an actual reason to be like "what the fuck is wrong with you".
Also I suffer from extreme contentedness, which may not sound like a bad thing but the world can deteriorate around me and I basically don't give a shit 90% of the time. It makes me lazy, unhygenic, and dispassionate. I have very little drive to do anything because as the trash piles up around me and everything goes to shit, as far as my brain is concerned "this is fine".
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2019-12-31 at 11:37 PM UTC
Narcissist here and maybe BPD
2019-12-31 at 11:51 PM UTC
kroz
weak whyte, frothy cuck, and former twink
that was a a pretty epic kro thread..
You ever heard the saying "Keep your friends close and your enemies closer"? Why wouldn't I want to keep tabs on someone that has held me against my will, assaulted me, raped me, and nearly killed me? Someone who's cheated on me, financially abused me, and destroyed my personal belongings? Don't you obsess about the things you truly fear? The things that could really destroy you? Maybe that's just me and my anxious personality. This is someone who has left me in their bed to go fuck someone else, someone who has forced me to suck their dick even after I've yelled no, cried, and bit their dick multiple times, someone who's pulled fistfuls of hair out of my head on several occasions. Someone who got my laptop stolen because they invited a streetwalker in to smoke speed. Someone who sold my childhood GameBoy Color for drug money. Someone who has rubbed my own vomit in my face. Someone who's thrown my cell phone under a running faucet when I called the police because I was being attacked. Someone who has bit me, choked me, spanked me, and spit on me in a very aggressive, extreme, non-sexual way. He's a sociopath. There's no remorse for the things he's done. There's no concept of shame or doing wrong. He's a soulless vessel operating off of negative energy, chemicals, and lies. There's more wrong than there's right. There's more myth than truth. That's what he feeds on; the abundant source of darkness. When you've encountered something like that, when you've been intimate with something like that, it's a little hard to forget.