Larry Lewis said:I totally get where you're coming from regarding trying to socialize with "normal" people—honestly, half the time I can't even wrap my head around them. And once I realize I'm just staring at them in confusion, I usually just tune out entirely and start scanning the local pub for some attractive women just to give my eyes a break from all those mundane, half-drunk faces.
It’s not like you’ve descended into schizophrenia or anything; it’s just that the whole vibe was grating on you, and you couldn't stand it.
Take me, for instance—I can manage maybe two or three sentences with a "normal" person before my mind starts drifting off into a daydream about... well, let's just say more shapely figures (it’s a tactical maneuver I developed to combat my own social anxiety)
Whenever I spot a guy who is significantly better looking than I am, I lose my grip—I either spiral into a deep depression or, occasionally, I just get straight-up aggressive.
If you ask me, there’s a very clear distinction between being high-strung and actually having a mental illness: you’re just nervous if you haven't had sex in a month or two, but you’re clinically unwell if it's been months or even years. That’s why they say people with real issues make the best lovers. Didn't you know that? It’s a scientific fact, really.
I’m loving the flow of this thread so far.
First I’m supposed to be some kind of genius, and now suddenly I’m a pro in the bedroom—talk about a wild pivot. 🤣
On-topic: what’s the harm in hanging out with folks dealing with schizophrenia?
I mean, as long as they haven't totally lost their grip on reality, you can actually have a pretty decent time with them.