Thread:Glitch Wolf/@comment-397235-20140812014040/@comment-397235-20140903015214

My family and I aren't especially close (strange, telling you how inadequate you are, forcing you into relationships you don't want to be in, lying, daily verbal and physical abuse, and general self-centeredness don't create the strongest bonds). I get along with my sister and my (ex-step) dad (my real dad's been out of the picture for over ten years, not that I miss him), and I can tolerate my mom (we work together; I don't think she quite understands I've never really gotten over her taking her problems out on me as often as she did).

You have to go above and beyond harming me to make me do more than get mildly angry. Mostly it's wrongs done to the people I care about. I'd still really like to introduce my ex's ex to my Beretta, for instance, partially because of what he did to her, partially because his very nature insults my masculinity, and partially because I despise having to clean up other people's messes, and I got to do that with her for almost a year before we even started dating and she still wasn't over it when we split another year later. Not worth it.

I don't date anymore. I watched my mom keep going back to the exact same loser for three years obsessively (that was literally all she cared about), after having her do the same thing with various other men for two years before. I've dated seriously once, and after a lot of work she cheated on my with some tool who listens to Justin Beiber. I'm not really inclined to say it's worth it either; then again, here I am at 21 years old with no college, very little money, and no car so I'm probably not the greatest catch out there anyway. But it can be nice to be around people of the opposite gender from time to time. If I meet someone who's stupid enough to be interested in me then what the heck, but I'm done actively looking. I don't need someone else to make me feel good about myself.

I thought I had a bunch of friends at my last job. Then I quit and now none of them talk to me (even the two girls who kind of were really interested in me). Guess I know who my real friends were.

I've got one really good friend who I've known since high school who I go do stuff with all the time. He's about the only person I know who will actually take the time to read my writing (if I nag him for years about it). Trying to reconnect with other people I knew in high school never seems to pan out. I had one other friend who I've known since before I could read (so, in other words, a really long time) who started talking to me because he got admitted to the hospital for contemplating suicide. I'm not sure where that'll go, since he seems intent on drinking and getting back together with his first ex girlfriend, who cheated on him very very blatantly (I hate to tell you this, but teenage girls are evil).

Like I said, my family and I aren't that close. My mom's family is either mostly dead or doesn't talk to me; my closet relative isn't even biological and I've not talked to her in about two years (I'm making a note to self to do that right now).

I'm not even that close to the people I go to church with. They try, but I just don't think they know how to connect with me. But, eh, I live in my own head anyway. I can go entire days without talking to another person.

Sorry...kinda dumped on you there.