u/LifeEnjoyer22

Imagine how your life ended, as a person with lifelong social anxiety. Is there someone beside you? A member of family, perhaps? Or ar you completely alone?

For obvious reasons, I won't reveal my name. For many years now, my novels have been published and become bestsellers. I am recognized as one of the best writers of my generation.

But here's the thing. I haven't written a single word in my entire life. I'm illiterate and barely can read. All the work is done for me by a little minion who lives in the damp basement of my house - Even this post is reprinted from a sheet of paper that the minion wrote on under my dictation.. Until recently, this didn't bother me. But lately, my conscience has been terribly torturing me. After all, he writes all my books, and I get the profits and praise from them. I'm faced with a difficult moral question: should I share my money with him?

I already feed him. I take him for a walk once a week. Of course, I don't give him internet access, but I try to entertain him. I play board games with him—JENGA is his favorite. I also show him thank-you letters from people praising me (well, basically him) to somehow make him happy. When he wants to make love, I—without going into details—help him with that. He's provided with personal care products. Shampoo doesn't suit him, so I bought him 12 different types of soap. Should I then pay him money if I already provide him with everything he needs?

After all, there's no question of him ever experiencing freedom, so he doesn't need money, right?

Yes, yes. The problem isn't the little minion's lack of money, but his lack of freedom. But you and I both understand perfectly well that I can't give him that. I simply can't. I didn't listen to his persuasion, and I won't listen to yours either—it's not worth counting on. And frankly, he's already like family to me.

So what should I do in this morally difficult, uncertain situation, Reddit? What should I do?

A crack head without enough money to buy THE DRUG

I'M NOT INSANE WHEN I AM STATING THIS

It's just that it drives me

crazy

that one little social interaction which ends with Success - success being not fumbling the interaction - increases my mood for the rest of the day. It's Literally like being hit with THE DOZE

Social Anxiety often comes with Depression and I can go days and days without motivation or proper desire to LIVE LIFE

But then that fucking DOSE HITS and now I am the most productive fucker you've ever known. I am unstoppable. AAHHHHGGHG!!!!!

And then blood clears....

Back to the misery. And the cycle repeats. The Absurdist Heaven, aye.

Yes, I am that miserable. Being able

to just talk to anyone for a little time makes me feel on the top of the world.

Making someone laugh might cause an Overdooooose.........