People's priorities hurt me the most, because they alienate me. The popularity of things like religion and sports has left me cynical and lonely. Meanwhile what I am interested in, things like science and philosophy, is generally abhorred by most. People who like what I like are generally poked fun at, called names, and considered weird. 40,000,000 people watch the Superbowl. What event that I care about could possibly compare? Worst of all, what I care about actually matters and has historical importance and helps people and humanity, which makes people's rejection of it that much more unfair and maddening. I'm like Bernard in Brave New World, watching as people play orgasm-golf (or whatever it was), crying inside. I'm a fucking outcast. That hurts.
I don't like the fact that talking about things I'm passionate about alienates others (even "compassionate caring" people) and that the only way I seem to be able to get people to tolerate me is by making them laugh or by being a Pygmallion project for them to "fix".
I don't like the fact that talking about things I'm passionate about alienates others (even "compassionate caring" people) and that the only way I seem to be able to get people to tolerate me is by making them laugh or by being a Pygmallion project for them to "fix".
Makes me seriously consider a vow of celibacy so I can focus on more fruitful pursuits.
It's kind of annoying that I have to listen to someone else go on about starving children in Africa that they can't do anything about anyway, but heaven forbid I talk about something I am interested in. I can't help those damn kids in Africa so what the hell is the point of me thinking about them all the time anyway.
Being chastised by others for trying to be myself and abandoning facades.
Maybe I have something that hurt me more than what I already posted.
What hurt me most was being abandoned by someone. After years of happy, mutual friendship, suddenly I was treated as dirt. Sometimes I go back and try to figure out how I caused myself to be treated like this, how I wronged that friend. I didn't. I acted within reason and I made clear efforts to make this friend happy and respect them. I wasn't perfect but I deserved to be treated like a person who exists, or all that time of friendship meant nothing.
And apparently it did mean nothing. I didn't deserve the abuse that I got. I can never trust again. It's all illusory now. I'm truly alone and I'll never delude myself again.
Yeah that's just great. Did he/she attempt to blame you for this in any way?
Yes, it was insane. It was stuff that wasn't even true, it totally went against the facts and there was nothing I could even say to convince them otherwise, not even the obvious truth. It's like they just got this image of me, turned me into a villain in their mind, and wouldn't let it go no matter what, nothing I could do about it.
Did they claim they lost trust in you?
How do you react to that?