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Kinda rough. I used to have a tight knit friend group but I stopped doing things with them as one guy kept accusing me of being passive aggressive, insulting him, lying about what I “actually” meant when as far as I know I was being genuine. It was making me a nervous wreck and my attempts to avoid conflict made everything worse so I ghosted everyone. Kept hanging out with one guy who I thought I was pretty close to, though.
But now I’m starting to think I was wrong. My friend told me that I always make him feel stupid, and that I look down on him. I apologized, told him I had no idea and that I always meant it when I said I admired him, and asked if there was anything I could do to fix this, but he left me on read days ago.
So honestly I’ve pretty much spent every second I’m not at work or the gym sulking. I blew up my social life for no reason because I actually was the dick. Making art isn’t fun when I have no one to show it to and watching my stupid shows isn’t fun when I have no one to enjoy them with.
Also this is the most minor hurricane-related complaint ever but I can’t get my psych meds refilled so I’m probably about to become even more of an unlikeable POS.
Kinda rough. I used to have a tight knit friend group but I stopped doing things with them as one guy kept accusing me of being passive aggressive, insulting him, lying about what I “actually” meant when as far as I know I was being genuine. It was making me a nervous wreck and my attempts to avoid conflict made everything worse so I ghosted everyone. Kept hanging out with one guy who I thought I was pretty close to, though.
But now I’m starting to think I was wrong. My friend told me that I always make him feel stupid, and that I look down on him. I apologized, told him I had no idea and that I always meant it when I said I admired him, and asked if there was anything I could do to fix this, but he left me on read days ago.
So honestly I’ve pretty much spent every second I’m not at work or the gym sulking. I blew up my social life for no reason because I actually was the dick. Making art isn’t fun when I have no one to show it to and watching my stupid shows isn’t fun when I have no one to enjoy them with.
Also this is the most minor hurricane-related complaint ever but I can’t get my psych meds refilled so I’m probably about to become even more of an unlikeable POS.
That sucks. I wonder if the first aggressor’s been playing wormtongue and twisting the perceptions of the second guy.