I'm finding it hard to deal with people on the most basic levels. I can't even buy a pack of cigarettes without intense inner turmoil.
It's their lust for projecting their gauche self-styled personas that distraughts you I wager.
Indeed. I have to radiate a pure fabricated confidence of the rightness of my entire being just to defend my psyche from being bludgeoned by their "uniqueness".
Kinda' playing a cool facismo poseur, are we?
I feel like the nerdy kid coming back to school with the shiny new pleather jacket. Mentally, that is.
You know they only invited you to the party because their moms told them to, right?
