Join Date: Sep 2012
Location: Where Dreams Go to Die
Visiting the rents, and my mother looks over and asks, "So do you got any girlfriends hiding down there?" I was taken unawares. My family hasn't broached the topic in years, and I was quite comfortable with them thinking I was gay or asexual. I've certainly made it clear that I would give them nothing and it was not up for discussion. I turned to her and said, "My sex life is none of your ****ing business and don't bring it up again." I suppose a simple 'no' would have sufficed, but also opened up further questioning. Why no mother, I don't. In fact, I don't have any relationships at all of any kind, because I am terribly broken. I can't talk to, relate to, empathize with, or interact with anybody in any meaningful way. Perhaps you should have raised me better, or given me better genes, or got me the help I needed when I was still young and malleable. Hell, I'd just like people to stop acting uncomfortable around me, or to not have to dwell on things to the point I feel like I'm having a mental breakdown. I avoid my social life in any conversations because it is quite sad, weird, and limited. But I don't think about getting a nice girl too much anyway, in fact it rarely crosses my mind. I got a massive staircase to climb beforehand. The talk made me feel hella awkward and pathetic and highlighted to me just how abnormal I am as a late 20s man not trying to work on his love life. Motha****as, I just started at getting an education and am having my first stab at being off drugs for years.