Dr. Mog
Researcher at moggerdom and zoomerology
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I have observed it multiple times that after partying or clubbing my mind doesn’t sit right with me.
It’s happening to me rn. I’m sad. I feel lost, I feel like I don’t belong here. I met a few girls today, none of them worth being with forever. Maybe meet them once again sometime and move on.
This time it was a post exam clubbing scene and I had to pick up two of the girls nearby, drive them and take them to meet two other normgroid giga-NT HTN male classmates of mine who were begging and gaslighting me to setting them up with two girls who met with me earlier in the club (I knew them from school).
When I said it would feel awkward to approach them again, they called me a gatekeeper. Idiots, didn’t consider them as real friends from a long time anyway. Two of these male friends approached every girl in the club while being half drunk, even while getting a no, persuaded, asked me for support and right infront of them “ayyeee bruhh tell these girls maneee, I’m the kool ass kid in class and we fuck with all together mane” says the nigga who’s a poison dipper, makes me the butt of the joke for his own sake. Fuck you.
One of the girls whom I myself had to take and drop back was excited for these two more than us. Came to know she had a snap group where I’m not included. She later puked in my car while being drunk. Dropped her right to the elevator of her apartment along with her friend (who is the only person I consider as friend among everyone I had been with today) and I drove back at 140+ to my house alone to clear the shit out of my brain.
I don’t think I’ll ever find the right set of people/ friends to hang out in clubbing places like these. My NTness doesn’t allow me to connect deeply much.
I only took few sips of alcohol since I had to drive back and yeah I did get IOIs, half of them had their boyfriends staring at me too and the other half had a pound of make up so couldn’t figure out the FWHR and canthal tilt, nor the true color of anybody’s skin so fuck them.
TLDR:- Now a wave of depression is passing through me. I feel like I care too much. “Touch grass” is a red pill scam unless you have the right set of environment and people to be with. Regarding today, I much rather have myself enjoying in-front of a TV with a bag of chips and call it a day.
It’s happening to me rn. I’m sad. I feel lost, I feel like I don’t belong here. I met a few girls today, none of them worth being with forever. Maybe meet them once again sometime and move on.
This time it was a post exam clubbing scene and I had to pick up two of the girls nearby, drive them and take them to meet two other normgroid giga-NT HTN male classmates of mine who were begging and gaslighting me to setting them up with two girls who met with me earlier in the club (I knew them from school).
When I said it would feel awkward to approach them again, they called me a gatekeeper. Idiots, didn’t consider them as real friends from a long time anyway. Two of these male friends approached every girl in the club while being half drunk, even while getting a no, persuaded, asked me for support and right infront of them “ayyeee bruhh tell these girls maneee, I’m the kool ass kid in class and we fuck with all together mane” says the nigga who’s a poison dipper, makes me the butt of the joke for his own sake. Fuck you.
One of the girls whom I myself had to take and drop back was excited for these two more than us. Came to know she had a snap group where I’m not included. She later puked in my car while being drunk. Dropped her right to the elevator of her apartment along with her friend (who is the only person I consider as friend among everyone I had been with today) and I drove back at 140+ to my house alone to clear the shit out of my brain.
I don’t think I’ll ever find the right set of people/ friends to hang out in clubbing places like these. My NTness doesn’t allow me to connect deeply much.
I only took few sips of alcohol since I had to drive back and yeah I did get IOIs, half of them had their boyfriends staring at me too and the other half had a pound of make up so couldn’t figure out the FWHR and canthal tilt, nor the true color of anybody’s skin so fuck them.
TLDR:- Now a wave of depression is passing through me. I feel like I care too much. “Touch grass” is a red pill scam unless you have the right set of environment and people to be with. Regarding today, I much rather have myself enjoying in-front of a TV with a bag of chips and call it a day.
