I know there is metro but iirc the station is like 20 min away and the stop is also some distance from where I’m working. Will I likely need an ebike, and if so, should I bring over the one I own or is capital bike adequate?
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He says he already has almost half his money go to taxes anyway, and between that, the cost of living, and the extremely high cost of housing, he is against these progressive democrats like Abdul El-Sayed because he says they will raise taxes on him too and not just the billionaires.
What should I tell him?
Edit: he keeps saying that these progressives "never saw a tax they didn't like" and that's his main thing as to why he will never trust that they will just tax the ultra rich
Muslims lost round one so they are no longer an option.
I (M18) usually don’t mean to be rude to people. I don’t intend to be mean or stir anything up. To me, I’m always just joking around or engaging in banter or just talking without thinking since that’s one of the great things I inherited from my dad. My old psychiatrist told me I had Asperger’s and he was almost certainly right and I would give anything just to be normal.
I’ve never really had many close friends, but whenever I do, they never really last more than a year. I will always get way too pushy and insane over something and that pushes them away, or I just act weird enough in general where no one else likes me and they eventually hop on the bandwagon.
And everyone, my whole life, has always told me how smart I am, and without trying to sound egotistical or pompous, I know that I am. But I never succeed. I never have any energy or executive functioning or just basic breaths away from depression to function. I never do my schoolwork. I cut corners. I’m never good enough. And, in perfect cliche fashion, I have my unique niches that I’m way too obsessed with and knowledgeable about that no one shares and that I am alone with.
And eventually I’ll be a moron again and just infodump people about the political histories and lasting legacies of neoliberalism and neoconservatism in the western world or something stupid like that that I feel the need to spend all my time researching and obsessing over and it just pushes everyone away even more.
And it’s like I have two settings in life: uncomfortable and comfortable. And people like me much much more when I’m uncomfortable. It’d actually be more accurate to say that people dislike me much much more when I am comfortable than to say I’m ever really liked that much at all.
When I’m not comfortable, I’m very quiet. I just sort of keep to myself and don’t really talk at all.
When I am comfortable, it’s like people might like me a lot at first, but the more time they spend with me, the less they like me. I put myself out there probably too much and oftentimes get lost in the moment. This is where the issues come along.
Because I can actually be a super funny and even likable person and a lot of people really like me, but, inevitably, I will always push things way too far like always. And I’ll usually end up unknowingly being an asshole to people when I mostly just think we’re messing around. I just push buttons too much and I can’t stop it and oftentimes I think I’m just messing around with the person.
And I have these stupid tics. I need to keep repeating the same stupid joke over and over and over and over and it’s so hard for me to stop and it just annoys people but it’s not like I can just explain it. I’ll be telling my friend “lock in lock in” or “(blank) reference?!?” all the time or something stupid like that and I can’t stop it.
And I’m alone and I deserve to be alone. I never really have any real friends because of what I mentioned. And I’m lonely and I’m so lonely. And I feel the need to talk so goddamn much and I hate it and I wish I didn’t. But it’s like I can’t hold it in. And it just pushes people further away and I’m just way too pushy as a person but I can’t control it or myself and everyone hates me.
Star examples just happened recently at work (because in the summer I obviously don’t interact with anyone besides my family outside of work):
-I work at a private medical office as like a scanner, and one day it was super slow, and so I spent the day covering a huge chunk of the wall of the small room where I and the technologists reside with post it notes covered in manic scribbles saying “I AM NOT CRAZY” and similar variations over and over again.
It was a prank on the technologists since I’ve been working with them all for like almost a year and they know I like to mess around. Also because I don’t work Fridays and someone new was coming in to shadow on Friday to replace a tech who is quitting, and I was being stupid and thought it’d be a funny joke.
And, separately, for the millionth time in my life, I had a semi-friend end up telling me I pushed it too far and was too repetitive. One of the techs told me very professionally that I am basically kind of a jackass, and I asked the other tech that day — whom I really get along with — if I have been bothering him this year at all and to be totally honest, and he said yeah. And that I’m too repetitive. And that I don’t know when to be serious in busy moments.
It’s like I have the same lesson I keep needing to learn over and over and over but I never do.
-This one is just more sad. I have this coworker who laughs at all my jokes like every single time. She’s young and just a few years older than me or so. We get along super well and I kinda started to like her, so I asked her out to get lunch. She agreed and we had a super nice time and I was able to tap into my “comfortable” side (seemingly) without pushing it too far, so I seemed to come off quite well.
I messaged her that night if she wanted to go out with me that weekend to take pictures at this nearby nature preserve I mentioned in lunch (also that I like photography), and she told me in the sweetest way that she basically had a boyfriend and didn’t want to make the situation weird or anything but she’s busy with med school applications and whatnot and was just looking for work friends and asked that I send her pictures if I go anyway.
I responded well, and we messaged a few times over the next days and whatnot and I kept making jokes that seemed to continue to come off well. The day before yesterdays or so, I sent her the pictures and she hearted them and replied something along the lines of “thanks for sharing.” I overthought that as it being some super bland response and that she thought I was messaging too much or whatever the hell goes through my mind (in just about every social interaction I ever have, I’m always the first and last to engage. Not an exaggeration). And I was just lonely.
So I sent her a message basically telling her that you know I really valued her friendship, and I wasn’t super popular in high school and was looking to make some more friends back home here before leaving across the country for college, and if she ever wants to go out and take pictures or something platonically, just to let me know. I made an effort to try and make it seem casual and not super serious, and, as always, spent like thirty minutes designing the two or three sentences that comprised the message.
I haven’t gotten a response. Every other time we’ve messaged, she responds same day, in a couple of hours at most. I probably made her feel uncomfortable or something. Like I make the techs feel uncomfortable when I think we’re just messing around. Like in life when I think that I get along with someone and we’re friends and messing around, when in reality I’m just some jackass doing what jackasses do.
I’m tired. I hate my life. I can’t stand living. I think this most days, but if I randomly got a heart attack or got hit by a truck, I’d be grateful. And no one knows how miserable I am and no one ever will.
I first started realizing I was this way around 4th grade and not a year has since gone by where I truly wanted to live.
Like just make up a few historical figures and be super vague about them but act like they were super important just to fuck with people who aren’t in on it.