[ SECRET POST #5961 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #5961 ⌋

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Re: How do you not care what anyone thinks of you?

[(Anonymous)]

Oh jeez, are you me?

I grew up in the south and while I'm not really in contact with my friends from back then because I moved all the way across the country, my mom still lives there and sends gossip my way. They all have kids/are divorced or both. I'm not interested in kids and the only reason I'm married is because I found another aroace in college and we fit well together, and honestly you can't live in this shithole of a country alone anymore.

Both my brother and sister are married with kids, and my sister is a doctor married to a nuclear engineer. They have a NANNY. My wife and I are almost to the place where we can think about taking a vacation. We make decent money but not nanny-level money. When I still lived back in the south my mom would introduce the family like "This is my daughter the doctor. This is my other daughter." Thanks ma.

When I was a kid, I always took things literally so I had a very hard time understanding when people were being mean or sarcastic. When they would tell me I "should" be doing something I would often ask why and get really crappy answers, because they didn't mean I should literally have 2.5 kids and a picket fence, and trying to figure out what the hell they actually wanted me to do was a lesson in futility. It was easier to just agree and do what everyone else was doing. Until it wasn't

When the demands of society became too much effort I just... stopped. It wasn't worth it anymore to deal with them and not only were they making me miserable I was making myself miserable trying to make them leave me alone. I figured if people were gonna keep telling me what to do no matter what I did, then I was going to do what I wanted to do. I ended up cutting a lot of people out of my life and moving 2k miles away for college really helped with that. Turns out, when I left that my mom finally had to deal with my sister and brother full on and she realized they're assholes. And now I'm the favorite. Heh.

So I guess TLDR: You gotta find the people who care about sincerity and actual human experiences and not people who only care about conformity.