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Originally Posted by The Flannel Guy  I wonder why it is so hard for me to mix and meet people and make friends or have a girlfriend. I guess it shouldn’t come as a shock. If I really am as unusual as I think then I know why I don’t mix in! |
You're not that unusual. I went through this stage of thinking I was the most special and unique thing on the planet, too. A lot of the stuff you do is PAINFULLY boring to discuss. "I garden. I'm smart. I'm cool. I'm so rad with women. I am the deepest dude who only enjoys meaningful conversations, and only stupid people discuss people and brilliant people discuss ideas." And notice, you can't shut up about yourself.
You put down other people. I mean, my fiance (who is one of the smartest, coolest, sexiest people on the planet, in the top three, to be sure) smokes pot. Without it, he can't play music because of a crappy disease. Of course, according to you, all people who smoke pot are unaccepting druggies. You don't know everyone's motivations for doing things.
I see guys like yourself, and I think to myself: Why does my wonderful, sweet boy have MS? He's so smart and handsome and sweet and kind. He gives so much and he ****ing wakes up every morning and loves the world all over again. Could you ever be so much of a hero? I couldn't.
You get your health and you're judging and smoking and being a jerk. Excuse me if I get a little offended.