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No. 160782
>>160775I love loud, crowded parties/bars and going clubbing. But I like going alone or rather going with someone else but going are separate ways at the door and just making sure the other gets home safely when it`s over. Meeting new people is fun and interesting, and I love being around strangers in my age group then never speaking to them again.
But I also like shopping, eating at restaurants, wandering the city, travelling, etc alone. Being with anyone for an extended period of time stresses me out. I love strangers, yet I can't be near the same person for more than an hour, probably, without getting pissed off. At home, I like to do my own thing.
No. 160789
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I've always had problems making friends since I've suffered from ADD and social anxiety for as long as I can remember. I was the "weird girl" at school who was always spaced out and got bullied and picked on by girls a lot. I managed to make my first friends in high school, but they were all guys. Strangely enough, everything was SO much easier with them. They never picked on me or make me feel uncomfortable. It came so naturally with them, unlike the few times I tried to make friends with girls. Those few years were the best years of my life. Everything changed when I hit college, though. All my friends moved away and I was alone again. That's when my social anxiety really began to down-spiral. The second year I was at college I had this classmate who was gorgeous and into lolita fashion. She noticed I was into weeb shit too, so she began talking to me. I tried SO hard to talk to her, but only spaghetti came out of my mouth. Like, seriously, I went FULL RETARD whenever I spoke to her. I was so nervous and anxious that I twitched all funny and was hyper-aware of all of my mannerisms and how she might be judging me that I was just a mess. She seemed to be really sweet but I was just so intimidated by her and thought she was talking to me out of pity. One day she said 'lol anon you should really come over to my house to make some macarons' and I was so nervous that I agreed. BOY was this a mistake. I dropped a lifetime's worth of pasta the whole way. After we got there, I tried my best to stay in control, but I kept having to excuse myself to her bathroom to have a panic attack. Like, not shitting you here, I went to her bathroom like 6-7 times in like 3 hours. I was trapped and I wanted to gtfo out of there so I came up with a bullshit excuse that I got sick all the sudden and had her take me back to my dorm. She never spoke to me after that, and this permanently fucked me up. Right now I'm in the process of going to therapy but it hasn't really helped at this point.
TL;DR bullies and anxiety will ruin your life
No. 160797
>>160795I don't think it's impossible to enjoy the company of a close companion and be antisocial at the same time. My husband almost doesn't count as social interaction because we are practically the same person. We like to be "alone together". We feel no pressures to be anything but our authentic selves. I pretty much don't speak to anyone else and I don't want to.
If it wasn't like this, I'd rather be alone. I am too laid back, maybe even apathetic, to have to work hard at relationships.
No. 160811
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I actually do enjoy meeting people, but whenever I'm becoming close with someone, I start getting v annoyed and start pushing them away. Out of misanthropy or whatever.
Vicious cycle, because I do want good friends and don't want to die alone :/