*loner

*i do the same thing everyday with a slight variation (these variations i purposefully do to throw "people" off who might be watching me)

*when standing at the bus stop, i tend to turn away when cars pass by, trying to avoid eye contact with drivers and passengers… i hate when the light turns red and the cars pile up near me by the curb… i scratch my eyes, try to look away naturally, look at my feet, do anything but look at all the drivers and passengers who I think are all looking at me until the light turns green and they go away

*(this one is odd) while on the bus or at school (the only time i’m out in the world), if some good-looking girl or a girl my age approaches me or is near my vicinity, seating behind me or across the room, i begin to flirt on my own (i hate when this happens because i look like a freak and i don’t even know the people, it even happens with my professors)

*i have a mild stuttering problem (probably the reason i try to avoid social situations)

*when i walk i don’t know what to do with my arms, i try to swing them like "normal" people but i know i look like a fake when doing it

*i’ve grown accustomed to wearing my backup when out in the world, when i take it off i feel naked and unnatural… i see my backpack as something that hides my hunched back, i think i have a hunched back (maybe only when around people) and as something that shows people i have purpose when walking to and from school

*when near people i cant help but imagine what everyone around is thinking, i play in my head all the possible social situations i might get into and how i might have to act… even when in the classroom i get into the habbit of doing some odd rituals to appear normal: i take out my cell phone and pretend im looking at text messages but the only numbers i have is to my home, mom’s, dad’s, and borther’s cell, i stretch, get up to go to the bathroom when i don’t need to… things like this

Some questions you might ask:

What do you do when you’re not out in the real world?
A: I stay in my room on the computer, reading news articles, forums. messing around in photoshop, playing with excel, astronomy software, downloading music (i like classical and ambient music), google earth, sketchup etc.. when not on the computer i have my celviano (i taught myself hot to play it but my fingering is horrible… something I’m gradually getting better at), there’s my superficial book collection, a mix of scifi books and books i needed to read for school (small collection), i have my treadmill in the garage i use a lot while listening to music, i play with my 2 dogs

Family life?
A: My family sees me as a quiet "individual". I’m 20 and still live with my parents. I just started learning how to drive, but what I hate thinking about it what will I do with my driving ability after I get my licence? go to school and back, small errands like going to the barber? My parents are odd. My dad is fat and my mom doesn’t do anything as far as hobbies (she is on antidepressants). I lover her but I also see her as a robot (dare I say slave?) but I hate thinking about that. It makes me sick. I try to be conservative at home in everything I do from taking showers, using paper plates, etc.. I don’t want to be a hassle. 3rd year of community college (I might have to stay a 4th year). Why am I taking so long to transfer? Because at first I did not have a major and took a bunch of classes I was not interested in (i failed in some from not wanting to go to class), but then I discovered I was good at math in my third retry or college algebra and now I’m taking Calculus 2 and doing well in my science classes (hopefully my GPA will rise from a 2.5 after finally waking up from my academic stupor) ex radicals use to confuse me and give me trouble, but now I know the derivative of coth-1(x), so i’ve made some progress

What are you not telling us?
A: Well… I don’t think I have a porn addiction, but I do sometimes look at porn and masturbate (who doesn’t?).. what else? I don’t know at this moment

more details about me:
Age: 20
Sex: male
Ethnicity: hispanic
Country: united states
Height: 5′ 11”

What do you see yourself as?
Well, I have read the symptoms of aspergers and know that 99% of people who read about the symptoms diagnose themselves with aspergers, so i know labeling myself that is non sense, but it does make a nice excuse for the way i am… there is also the russel crow movie "a beautiful mind"… i see myself as that but i am no genius

Please help!
I just wish I could be like other people in social situations, carefree and natural at what they do, being in a conversation without thinking and worrying about what to say. I feel like I have this open buzzing space in my head that unconsciously tries to play out everything, and if I were to extract it somehow I could act like everyone else I see and finally be normal.



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Soundsl ike a typical issue many a young woman have.

However, hear me out.

I’m 16, a junior, and I’ve been going out with a nice and rather cute boy for about 2 weeks or so now.

However, I intend to die a virgin.
Before you begin laughing, just note that I’m not ugly and that I’m not some – okay, I am a freak.
But I believe that if you don’t have sex, only then can one understand things truely.

He hasn’t asked me to do anything , he’s not that type of guy, but the other day he was holding my hand.
I’m uncomfortable with that.

I don’t like physical touching. I just don’t know. It’s wierd, yes, but that’s how I am.

And I love anime guys more.
For example, I consider myself to be in a relationship with Light Yagami in another univers -w-
lol
This be him :D

Light

I know that anime guys are not real.
Intellectually, I know this.
It’s like no real guy will ever be smart enough, handsome enough, or cute enough for me.

If I have to live my whole life alone, I won’t really care.

I never go on dates with him, I never feel like leaving my room. I’m just not a social person.

So, my question is this, how should I break up with him?
He’s a nice guy, I don’t want to hurt his feelings.


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ok so, Billy and i have been together on and off (but mostly on) for the past year. hes 36 years old (I am 24), he has a good job but hes living in his parents basement right now. he has a 4 year old son and just went through a nasty divorce. it had nothing to do with me! we got together after the fact. i love him so much, we share soo much in common. his son loves me to death and we are very close. things with Bill got really good for a while, he wanted me to commit but i wanted to make sure things were going to stay good before i completely jumped in with both feet. but he adores me, told me i am "stunningly beautiful" and that he feels soo lucky to have such a catch and that he cant believe that he didnt see all my great qualities before, when things were rocky! i felt so good and excited. ive gotten into modeling and have been independent for over 5 years. but to my dismay, he started acting really distant out of nowhere about 2 weeks ago. he wasnt really saying i love you and just didnt seem as into me. he randomly started giving me this BS that he didnt want to be committed, and wanted to be able to see other people! ouch! it devatstated me, how do you just change that fast!!? i went to go visit my mom in florida last week. i was only there for 6 days! he didnt even call me once while i was away and didnt even return the 3 calls i made to him. it ruined my trip cuz i was so upset and confused. he did come to pick me up from the airport this saturday with his son, he ended up telling me after i asked what was going on and he told me he met someone else. and that its not serious with her and he doesnt want to be committed to her (or anyone) he said he doesnt know what he wants right now. i cried but i didnt beg or freak out and i havent called or seen him since he carried my suitcase upstairs to my place and said im sorry, gave me a long hug (that i didnt return) and said be strong please! then he left. since then no word!! its killing me!! but i will NOT call him and be rejected and look pathetic and desperate. i dont want to push him away further! but i want him to realize what a huge mistake this is and come back to me like he was before. what should i do!? will he come back with his tail between his legs? i dont want to totally give up either! :( thanks guys!


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Here’s the poem… I need to know who wrote it for homework.

THE SUPERFICAL
The mind sees only that which it longs to see. That is why whispers fade so quickly and settle as a beautified memory, but then we realize that reality is merely perception. Clearly reality is nowhere.

Here at the entrance of this place,
Hangs a large marquee.
Its lights flash
As if to welcome you
With dancing stars
And the lights of Vegas.
Nobody can truly understand
The unwelcoming blindness
That penetrates into our eyes.

You have arrived to nowhere
We nothing here for you it says;
Flourished and vibrant
Like a circus advertisement.
The boundaries end here like
Barbed wire marked by this sign.
This sign of opportunity and glamour,
Of riches and bohemia…

Yet clear as crystal the message remains
“We have nothing here for you.”
And you know
There is never a way out of here;
For there isn’t an exit from this place.

Though we see child prodigies,
Freak shows, and alcoholics—
Though we see the Barbie dolls,
The demons and the junkies.
The mind is full of all
That’s indefinite and unknown.
People don’t care
They don’t care to know about such things.

So soul search
And see only what you wish to see
Many minds fall for trickery;
Ruining the last
Of humanity’s intuitive essence.
The mind is self destructive…isn’t it?

Perhaps we are too
Too artistic of a human race.
We have become pseudo
Superstars and billionaires.
We don’t care
About the emotions we’ve lost
Everyone is living life
Numbly and contently.

Painting their scenery with acrylics
We create a circus world
Of beautiful things and magic.
We line the outskirts of our universe
With smoke and mirrors;
To hide the dreary skies which surround us.
Some decide to breathe in the air
Which has been polluted forever.
No one tries to hold their breath.
Instead we buy cigarettes
And Karma beads…

Dropping sadness down a sewer
For the rats to feed on;
We loose all desperation
And our sad hearts become vengefully fake.
To admit you are alone is virtually suicide.
Nobody belongs in a world like this.

We tread on along down
The never ending roads in circles;
Never getting anywhere;
But never admitting we have been corrupted.

We wear feathered masks covered in glitter.
We dye our hair fluorescent pink and vibrant indigo.
Together every sullen heart
Silently wonders just
How many colors it will take
For the pain to vanish for good;
How much makeup and codeine it will take
To turn us to a race of fiction; a film.

Reality is merely perception
And we all perceive different things
Clearly reality is a matter of trust and faith
Something extinct and unnatural.
So we starve ourselves just as to disappear
Deep behind our painted on smiles.
We lie to ourselves every day.
We are tie-dyed with aesthetic virtue,
With glamorous pride and perfection
As we waste away in this place.

The glass is always half full of emptiness.

Nowhere can provide you with a decent lie,
A true secret for riches and fame of course.
But what is left once your dream;
Your ambitions of lies, is stripped away?
The answer remains; absolutely nothing.
Once all your riches and make-up—
Your masks and fame weaken away,
You notice…you were never anything

You were nothing to begin with.
We wonder to ourselves…
Nothing is left, but how
How will we ever make nothing leave?
You can’t kill your shadow
Or the gleam in your eyes…or the mirror…
And it wouldn’t make a difference if we tried to.

Nothing is something
We experience with every breath
Of our non-existence
Here in nowhere.
Can you imagine the hunger…?
The adaptation we make to find
Nourishment in emptiness?
Can you imagine
How we have to make pain,
In order to make the numbness go away?

Sickened
I can tell you my story.


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THE SUPERFICAL
The mind sees only that which it longs to see. That is why whispers fade so quickly and settle as a beautified memory, but then we realize that reality is merely perception. Clearly reality is nowhere.

Here at the entrance of this place,
Hangs a large marquee.
Its lights flash
As if to welcome you
With dancing stars
And the lights of Vegas.
Nobody can truly understand
The unwelcoming blindness
That penetrates into our eyes.

You have arrived to nowhere
We nothing here for you it says;
Flourished and vibrant
Like a circus advertisement.
The boundaries end here like
Barbed wire marked by this sign.
This sign of opportunity and glamour,
Of riches and bohemia…

Yet clear as crystal the message remains
“We have nothing here for you.”
And you know
There is never a way out of here;
For there isn’t an exit from this place.

Though we see child prodigies,
Freak shows, and alcoholics—
Though we see the Barbie dolls,
The demons and the junkies.
The mind is full of all
That’s indefinite and unknown.
People don’t care
They don’t care to know about such things.

So soul search
And see only what you wish to see
Many minds fall for trickery;
Ruining the last
Of humanity’s intuitive essence.
The mind is self destructive…isn’t it?

Perhaps we are too
Too artistic of a human race.
We have become pseudo
Superstars and billionaires.
We don’t care
About the emotions we’ve lost
Everyone is living life
Numbly and contently.

Painting their scenery with acrylics
We create a circus world
Of beautiful things and magic.
We line the outskirts of our universe
With smoke and mirrors;
To hide the dreary skies which surround us.
Some decide to breathe in the air
Which has been polluted forever.
No one tries to hold their breath.
Instead we buy cigarettes
And Karma beads…

Dropping sadness down a sewer
For the rats to feed on;
We loose all desperation
And our sad hearts become vengefully fake.
To admit you are alone is virtually suicide.
Nobody belongs in a world like this.

We tread on along down
The never ending roads in circles;
Never getting anywhere;
But never admitting we have been corrupted.

We wear feathered masks covered in glitter.
We dye our hair fluorescent pink and vibrant indigo.
Together every sullen heart
Silently wonders just
How many colors it will take
For the pain to vanish for good;
How much makeup and codeine it will take
To turn us to a race of fiction; a film.

Reality is merely perception
And we all perceive different things
Clearly reality is a matter of trust and faith
Something extinct and unnatural.
So we starve ourselves just as to disappear
Deep behind our painted on smiles.
We lie to ourselves every day.
We are tie-dyed with aesthetic virtue,
With glamorous pride and perfection
As we waste away in this place.

The glass is always half full of emptiness.

Nowhere can provide you with a decent lie,
A true secret for riches and fame of course.
But what is left once your dream;
Your ambitions of lies, is stripped away?
The answer remains; absolutely nothing.
Once all your riches and make-up—
Your masks and fame weaken away,
You notice…you were never anything

You were nothing to begin with.
We wonder to ourselves…
Nothing is left, but how
How will we ever make nothing leave?
You can’t kill your shadow
Or the gleam in your eyes…or the mirror…
And it wouldn’t make a difference if we tried to.

Nothing is something
We experience with every breath
Of our non-existence
Here in nowhere.
Can you imagine the hunger…?
The adaptation we make to find
Nourishment in emptiness?
Can you imagine
How we have to make pain,
In order to make the numbness go away?

Sickened
I can tell you my story.


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