I don't know really. It's mostly anything outside of certain scenarios. I am comfortable at work and with my parents. Anything else I am always uncomfortable. My discomfort can range from mild to severe depending on the scenario.
Yes.
But I do not experience it with my parents and I do not experience it at work.
I have seen quite a few of those because people say you're supposed to keep looking if they aren't helping you. I've spoken to maybe 5 different ones at this point. They never have much of substance to say but are very quick to deduct large amounts of money from my bank account. I don't entirely understand what I am supposed to do to get something out of that. Not sure how many more I'm supposed to see or how much more thousands of dollars I'm supposed to spend before someone actually has any ideas of what to do beyond chatting with me and giving basic cookie cutter advice/platitudes.
I've honestly had similar enough chats with ChatGPT for free.
I have a stupid question.
How do people "see how it goes" and ever have a positive experience? For me, even if the person is friendly and funny, I am so uncomfortable that I never want to do it again. Literally no one has ever felt any different for me. Even if I gain some level of pleasantness and satisfaction from the interaction, it is incredibly mild and doesn't ever make up for anything or make me wish to continue. I have tried seeing people repeatedly to no avail. The cost-benefit analysis never nets me out on top. I have always been a perpetual loner due in part to this. Does this mean I'm a psychopath or something? Because I cannot connect with and gain satisfaction from humans the way they seem to be able to with each other?
I think your assessment of the issue is accurate. People don't go out and do things like they did before the pre cellphone and internet age.
But for me...for the life of me if I go out and do stuff on my own, I cannot interact with strangers. It's uncomfortable, unpleasant, and I don't get anything out of it. I don't know how that's supposed to magically swing the other direction.
Hell, even with people I like and know well... interacting with them outside of our "normal" routine is uncomfortable and unpleasant for me. Over the years, I've befriended someone at work and feel comfortable there. But for the life of me, I cannot gain the same level of comfort and satisfaction hanging out outside of work.
I've had a sister in law for years and years now. Despite this, I do not have the inability to interact with her. It is uncomfortable, unlessant, and I do not get anything out of it. It's not her fault...she's a very nice person. But I just absolutely cannot ever gain comfort around people in certain (read: many) types of scenarios. I am comfortable around my parents and that's it. No matter how often I spend with other people.
Exposing myself repeatedly to these scenarios has not ever helped or made any sort of difference.
They are absolutely amazing for tracking and staying motivated with doing workouts. Beyond that imo there's not much on there that is all that groundbreaking. I enjoy my smartwatch for all its bells and whistles, but I wouldn't have purchased it if I wasn't trying to get myself into running.
First of all, my parents have never had much if ever at all in the way of savings. Tbh not sure what's going to happen when they aren't going to be able to work anymore.
But I'm with you. I absolutely never understood why people ever feel like they are entitled to their parents money. Your parents earned that, not you. If my parents were never able to leave me a dime, I wouldn't give a shit. Even if they had a million dollars. I didn't earn that. I have no right to someone else's money.
I would feel different in scenarios where we are talking about a minor. If a 12 year old becomes orphaned, then yes, they should 100% be entitled to their parents' funds.
But why in the everliving fuck do people as adults feel entitled to money that is not theirs and they didn't earn? Incredibly bizarre concept to me.
Nice job, man!
Thank you very much :)
Idk about cats, but my mom's dog absolutely never minded wearing clothes. What she doesn't like is stuff on her head. But shirts and stuff she doesn't give 2 shits.
Sounds like a lovely morning
I like this one. I call mine Robot Slave. I'll be the first to be killed in a robot uprising.