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Aaron Howard27 said:How could I not? It’s just about staying upbeat—honestly, riding my bike has always been my go-to for a mood boost, especially with some good music playing in my ears. You’re a long way from being a total misanthrope like I am.
H-ha, you just have to put in the work and stay consistent. Just look at me!! 😁 😉
Jamie Davis9 said:Well, I suppose I’m officially joining the club. People have this exhausting way of wearing me down and getting on my nerves—even those closest to me eventually—so I find myself at my absolute happiest when I'm flying solo. It happens more often than you'd think ( 😁 ) where I just won't bother opening the front door, I'll let the phone ring indefinitely, and I won't venture any further than the local Target.
My career requires me to be constantly talking and managing others, which I don't mind, but once I'm home, my house is my sanctuary of peace, solitude, and total autonomy.
I don't even invite people over for visits. 😁
My family tells me that being this neurodivergent isn't healthy, but honestly, I fail to see the problem. I'm perfectly content. When I feel like being social, I am, but most of the time, I have zero desire to see a soul.
It's as simple as that.
Amy Scott93 said:I know I’ll sound completely delusional, but out on my remote island, there isn't a soul around—no people, no computers, nothing. My mind keeps drifting to this one idea: just digging into the dirt and starting a vegetable garden. The catch? I have zero clue what I'm doing and I've never even touched a shovel in my life.🙈
Bradley Palmer6 said:We are thinking exactly the same thing. Honestly, I’ve had it up to here with this whole crisis—the endless empty rhetoric, the sheer stupidity of people, the banks, big corporations, the media... just all of it. It’s exhausting. I constantly find myself daydreaming about just packing up and heading out to some remote island where there’s absolutely nothing and nobody. Just a tiny little house, a patch of decent soil for my garden, maybe some chickens, and nothing but pure peace and quiet. That's really all I need anymore. ☕
Amy Scott93 said:Unfortunately, fear and a sense of duty to my family are the only things stopping me from making this version of "paradise" a reality. At least in its basic form.
Jamie Davis9 said:Well, I suppose I’m officially joining the club. People have this exhausting way of wearing me down and getting on my nerves—even those closest to me eventually—so I find myself at my absolute happiest when I'm flying solo. It happens more often than you'd think ( 😁 ) where I just won't bother opening the front door, I'll let the phone ring indefinitely, and I won't venture any further than the local Target.
My career requires me to be constantly talking and managing others, which I don't mind, but once I'm home, my house is my sanctuary of peace, solitude, and total autonomy.
I don't even invite people over for visits. 😁
My family tells me that being this neurodivergent isn't healthy, but honestly, I fail to see the problem. I'm perfectly content. When I feel like being social, I am, but most of the time, I have zero desire to see a soul.
It's as simple as that.
Bradley Palmer6 said:I feel for my family too, but somehow I’m still living out that dream, and maybe—just maybe—I'll actually make it a reality down the road. Who knows?🤷
Jamie Davis9 said:Well, I suppose I’m officially joining the club. People have this exhausting way of wearing me down and getting on my nerves—even those closest to me eventually—so I find myself at my absolute happiest when I'm flying solo. It happens more often than you'd think ( 😁 ) where I just won't bother opening the front door, I'll let the phone ring indefinitely, and I won't venture any further than the local Target.
My career requires me to be constantly talking and managing others, which I don't mind, but once I'm home, my house is my sanctuary of peace, solitude, and total autonomy.
I don't even invite people over for visits. 😁
My family tells me that being this neurodivergent isn't healthy, but honestly, I fail to see the problem. I'm perfectly content. When I feel like being social, I am, but most of the time, I have zero desire to see a soul.
It's as simple as that.
Jamie Davis9 said:Well, I suppose I’m officially joining the club. People have this exhausting way of wearing me down and getting on my nerves—even those closest to me eventually—so I find myself at my absolute happiest when I'm flying solo. It happens more often than you'd think ( 😁 ) where I just won't bother opening the front door, I'll let the phone ring indefinitely, and I won't venture any further than the local Target.
My career requires me to be constantly talking and managing others, which I don't mind, but once I'm home, my house is my sanctuary of peace, solitude, and total autonomy.
I don't even invite people over for visits. 😁
My family tells me that being this neurodivergent isn't healthy, but honestly, I fail to see the problem. I'm perfectly content. When I feel like being social, I am, but most of the time, I have zero desire to see a soul.
It's as simple as that.
silverbison62 said:Here’s another one for the pile... I’ve basically whittled my social circle down to just three or four people. Two of them are a bit much, so I have to dole out my attention in tiny little drops just to survive! Unfortunately, because of my job, I’m forced to deal with a massive crowd of all sorts of random people every single day, and honestly, it drives me absolutely insane... it gets worse every damn day. I started feeling this way about four or five years ago, and now that I’m hitting 30, it's just hit a boiling point.
I genuinely love being home alone. I never get bored. That’s why I just don't get people who constantly need a crowd around them just to stave off boredom!
Now I’m sitting here wondering—am I just being selfish and self-centered? I feel like most of the stuff people talk about is just mindless, surface-level chatter. It makes me think, "Could we maybe discuss something actually intelligent?" Otherwise, I’d rather just sit there in silence.
And then there's the big question: how on earth am I going to adjust once I have a kid? It’s something I’m terrified of, but at the same time, I really want it to happen.
Any parents in the house?
feralorca82 said:Yeah, I'm in the exact same boat.
The issue gets worse (in my opinion) when you try to explain it to someone. They just don't get it and start looping with questions like, "But why? Why's that? Why this?"—goddamn leeches 🙂 leave me alone!
Nothing is worse than being totally drained and having someone relentlessly pry for info you have no intention of sharing.
To make matters worse, you always end up looking like the jerk or the moody one because you "hurt their feelings" just by letting them know to go f***
Amy Scott93 said:I have one. And look, I love him more than life itself—truly. But he drives me absolutely insane sometimes. It's the truth.
I make a conscious effort to let most of his "nonsense" slide without a word. If I didn't, I’d probably lose my mind and go way too hard on him.
Bottom line: I adore him, but there are moments I can't stand him. (Keep in mind, he's an adult now, living pretty independently—basically the way I'd live if I were in his shoes.)
Amy Scott93 said:I have one. And look, I love him more than life itself—truly. But he drives me absolutely insane sometimes. It's the truth.
I make a conscious effort to let most of his "nonsense" slide without a word. If I didn't, I’d probably lose my mind and go way too hard on him.
Bottom line: I adore him, but there are moments I can't stand him. (Keep in mind, he's an adult now, living pretty independently—basically the way I'd live if I were in his shoes.)