when i was 5 years old my best friend was a boy named kyle who didn’t know how to knock on doors so he made dinosaur noises outside my window to wake me up in the summer until i demonstrated how to ball his fists and slam them against my doors. we collected caterpillars in my trailer park and built them houses while we traded pokemon cards. he wasn’t the only one. there was ben, and mitch, and noah—but kyle’s the only one who hurt me, because when he tried to kiss me and i asked him why, he told me “because you’re a girl and i’m a boy, shouldn’t we like each other?”
i missed him so much and i wondered why he couldn’t just be my friend like he always was
in the first grade there was rich and joseph and i got sent to detention with them almost every day with a smile on my face. we built block towers and sang to my teacher’s lion king soundtracks when she’d
turn the lights off during lunch time. one day they got in a fist fight
over me at recess, and i wondered why they felt they needed to share my
friendship, like it was something they owned.
in the second grade zach and i played yu gi oh under our desks during
free time and i got moved for talking to him constantly. everyone in
the class would tease him and i for talking, asking when we were going
to date already, asking him if he’d kissed me, and he stopped being my
friend.
when i was 11 i met a chubby boy with the name of a colour who wore
puffy vests and unwashed t-shirts, with greasy hair and bright blue eyes
and a smile that hid hurt behind it. people didn’t like him because he
was silly, but i liked him, because i was also silly. he became my
friend the day he bought me 5 giant roses and asked me to be his
girlfriend, and i politely declined but promised him i’d be his best
friend because i’d always wanted a best guy friend that stuck around.
we burnt our feet on the concrete during the summer and walked home
with the sunset silhouetting us. he talked often about how he loved me,
but never blamed me for being me, even though he refused to move on.
that boy dyed his hair jet black and sat on the end of my bed playing
songs to me on guitar, and all that pent up rage from before didn’t show
until the first time he slapped me across the face and called me a dumb
cunt.
in the 7th grade there was a boy named ryan who sat next to me on the
bus and talked to me about manga. he’d ask me personal invasive
questions but i didn’t mind because it was attention and i liked
attention. i was dating another guitarist with curly brown hair, one
who was much more kind-tempered than the other, and ryan mentioned how
much of an asshole he was every day. i wondered, why, why does he think
the love of my life is an asshole? but whenever i asked him, he just
told me, “girls only date assholes. there’s no room for nice guys like
me.”
i wondered, if he was so nice, why did he say such mean things?
he never stopped with me, taking me to movies, hanging out with me,
you know. being friendly. i thought we were friends. but then, how
many times had i thought that before?
how many times had i bonded with a boy, thought they got me, only for them to ask me if i wanted to make out?
how come when i told ryan i was coming out as a lesbian, he stopped
being my friend, and said “damnit, the one girl i really want to pound
into a mattress, and she’s only interested in chicks!”
there was a boy my junior year who stayed up all night with me until
the sun rose, talking about life, past loves, hopes, dreams. beneath a
million twinkling stars spanning forever, he brushed long brown hair out
of his eyes and listened to me talk about the history that made me.
then he asked me if i’d ever consider dating a guy, and complained
about how he’d never get laid.
when i told him no a couple hundred times, he found new girls to listen to.
i would sit on the couch and play zelda with dakota, and he’d talk
about all my favourite games with me. he was the closest thing to
support i had, and the letters and poems he wrote me were always so kind
and friendly. but he’d put his arms around me on the couch, and no
matter how many times i told him i was uncomfortable, he’d still come
over every day and do it.
“don’t you know how it feels to love someone and not have them love
you back? don’t you know what it feels like to be friendzoned?”
when i meet guys who talk about the friendzone, who talk about the
girls who don’t give “nice guys” like them i chance, i always want to
just say
when i was 10 years old i met a girl whose brown hair fell across her
shoulders and whos eyes sparkled when the sunlight hit them, whose
voice was like velvet and whose scent was like mountain smoke, who made
me dizzier than a fly climbing a sugar hill. and i’m 18 years old, and i
still love her, and she knows, and she doesn’t love me.
but my first thoughts upon hearing her rejection were not “what a
bitch,” were not “she just wants a douchebag and not a nice girl like
me!” were not “im going to keep pushing her until she dates me,”
they were
“she is the best friend i have ever had, and i am the best she’s ever had, and i would hate to take that away from her.”
so before you play the victim, mr. Nice Guy, before you angrily throw
your fedora on the ground and blame the girl you claim to adore so
much:
put yourself in the shoes of a girl who thought she made a wonderful
friend, only to find out that he just wanted her for sex. that he just
wanted her for a relationship. a girl who was just an object to win, a
prize. a girl who’s trust you’ve just shattered.
maybe she friendzoned you. but you girlfriendzoned her, first.
This made me cry.
The worst part about the “friendzone” is not that a guy doesn’t have sex with someone he’s nice to, it’s that a girl loses a friend she thought she could trust because he just wanted to get laid.
The psychologist they went to is using an effective model that is used in psychology to help with developmental and emotional concepts. This model goes back to the fucking 1980s and is used also for robotics and - coincidentally - emotion algorithms for AI.
Now will you stop whining? None of you are psychology majors, and none of you know what rebornica is going through, so stop acting like you’re entitled to tell them they’re faking or doing it wrong. Do some goddamn research before spouting like you fucking know shit. You obviously don’t. Sit down kiddies, and go play with your neopets.
Take this post first. I understand that art is a mechanism of coping with things - it serves as that for me too. But this hallucination was claimed to have strangled Rebornica.
Rebornica goes on to claim that the hallucination spoke to them. Rebs showed no worry or concern at all about the fact that they imagined a man strangling them. Instead, they drew a bunch of happy pictures and made him a happy character.
This is why I believe rebornica is lying. There are so many inconsistencies and so many extremely abnormal reactions. Not to say that you /can’t/ react like this. Just calling out these red flags.
This is so god damn bizzarre that you’re acting like a professional
I’m trying to cope here and you keep calling me out on a reaction I gave that I find the safest route. I’ve been trying to push it away but it became aggressive and when I find a peaceful route suddenly I’m lying?
SERIOUSLY. Mental illnesses are not a joke, mental illnesses suck. I cried so fucking hard at the doctors when I was diagnosed with bipolar and was resisting my tears when the doctor told me I had schizophrenia.
You need to stop bringing out posts like that saying ” oh this is a red flag ” as if you’re a trained professional because the doctor told me that I have schizophrenia because of the symptoms that have been worsening for years therefore I do
I’m honestly flabbergasted that you’d rather trust your salty self rather than a trainer professional who has years of experience with this.
yeah, I would rather believe a medical professional who went o school for years and has nearly heir whole life as experience than someone who spent an hour on wikipedia.
xristh-deactivated20180806 asked: Q; about the "case close" anime, there in USa they translate all the series? cause here from chapter 123 to 124 was a wait of like 10 years.
yeah. it was on adult swim. it came out around the same time as bleach on that channel.
