Forgive me. I'll rant. But you probably won't.
#1
"Be yourself."
Sure.
"No, I don't like that thing you do."
#2
"Just... just don't try so hard to please, because you can't please everyone."
Fine.
"Why the fuck did you do that? Could you please be considerate?"
But I did not do anything wrong!
"That's what you think!"
#3
I do not understand the rules anymore.
I've always complained about how these damn social rules only apply to me and not to everybody else.
I mean, what do I have to do to be accepted?
Or can I still do anything? Because, I know, I rant a lot, I hate most of the world, I've lost hope in humanity, I've become a terrorist, I've become a Satanist, ellipsis, ellipsis, ellipsis. Yet I know people who are worse than that, and who still find themselves in the company of friends who'd spend time with them.
Me? I guess someone blacklisted me. I must be on someone's "do not get close" blacklist. A widely circulated one.
If I invite you, you find a way to beg out. Or, you do go, grudgingly. Or, worse, you ask if I'll provide every fucking thing just so you go. What am I, a free lunch machine?
#4
Do you want to go with me?
"Are you paying?"
#5
I make friends, but at the same time I'm not any confident things will last.
People say I should stop being so angry at the world if I want people to stick around. And I try. But people will do things that will reaffirm my anger. So why is it still my fucking fault?
"Be yourself."
Sure.
"No, I don't like that thing you do."
#2
"Just... just don't try so hard to please, because you can't please everyone."
Fine.
"Why the fuck did you do that? Could you please be considerate?"
But I did not do anything wrong!
"That's what you think!"
#3
I do not understand the rules anymore.
I've always complained about how these damn social rules only apply to me and not to everybody else.
I mean, what do I have to do to be accepted?
Or can I still do anything? Because, I know, I rant a lot, I hate most of the world, I've lost hope in humanity, I've become a terrorist, I've become a Satanist, ellipsis, ellipsis, ellipsis. Yet I know people who are worse than that, and who still find themselves in the company of friends who'd spend time with them.
Me? I guess someone blacklisted me. I must be on someone's "do not get close" blacklist. A widely circulated one.
If I invite you, you find a way to beg out. Or, you do go, grudgingly. Or, worse, you ask if I'll provide every fucking thing just so you go. What am I, a free lunch machine?
#4
Do you want to go with me?
"Are you paying?"
#5
I make friends, but at the same time I'm not any confident things will last.
People say I should stop being so angry at the world if I want people to stick around. And I try. But people will do things that will reaffirm my anger. So why is it still my fucking fault?