How did you first day of the college semester go?
How did you first day of the college semester go?
alright I guess, just going through the class syllabus for every class I had and wanting to instantaneously end my life
based and blacked pilled
I JUST WANT TO GET LAID HOW DO I DO THAT
I spent 10 minutes talking with my econ professor about the novel he was writing, then no one else would talk to me, just like every semester for the past 3 years.
Be social and talk to everyone. I wish I had done that fucking sooner. I didn't do that until senior year. All those years I burned...
It didn't because I wasn't there because I dropped out last year.
You college fags have no idea how good you have it.
Unironically good advice
If you're still in early 20s, fucking go out there and be social while its not FUCKING EMBARRASSING for you to make social faux pas
>it's not endearing nor something as easily brushed off when you're fucking up social situations at 30 years or over
This so much. It especially applies to all you underage -20 faggots. I know you're browsing.
If you don't like talking to people fine. But if you're just scared and fear is stopping you, you gotta take the plunge kiddo.
>t. 27 socialet
>tfw social as possible yet still have no friends/people avoid me
What if I just genuinely don't enjoy talking to people but am lonely nonetheless. What's the sage advice for that situation.
because at some point in your life, even if you just wanna be your robutt self at home, you'll have to deal with people at work. families. relatives. it'll be less stress on you if you're already equipped to deal with that shit because you've had *some* practice when you were young / underage. Instead of being like 28. family reunion. You "have to" go. and now you're nervous because you're afraid of looking like a seprg, or you're trying to rationalize your anger as not going, or you *actually* look like a sperg in a few situations
It's just better for you in the long run to have the skill/experience and not use it, than to need it and not have it
the problem is finding shit to talk about. I'm a 22 yo boomer, and everyone in the class is a fucking zoomer. What the fuck is this snap chat shit? finnish qt next to me was on that shit through the entire lecture
Dude. small talk is normal. Get to the "interesting" stuff you like later
And yes, people are going to talk about girls and hooking up a lot
>finnish qt
good. talk to her. so that she will invariably ask you for help
then work up to sticking your dick in her down the line
cunts everywhere per usual
Ok I guess. I'm just happy this long nightmare is about over. It's my last semester. Shame it's all for a fucking meme degree.
>okay class form a group of 5 pls :)
Yea made some small talks and eventually talked about what we did over the summer but she wasn't interested. Does look matter? I'm pretty ugly but dont give a fuck
I'm not like desperately autistic. I can at least withstand a social situation stoically and in silence without it falling into abject catastrophe. But when it comes to making small talk, I just choose not to, and when someone chooses to approach me, I'm very aloof.
I SHOVED A TEXTBOOK UP MY ASS, AND THEN PASSED OUT ON THE FLOOR AND STARTED SEIZING UNTIL THE BOOK POPPED BACK OUT MY ASS. THE BOOK WAS COVERED IN SHIT AND THERE WAS SHIT EVERYWHERE AND EVERYONE GASPED AND COUGHED AND THEN I RAN AROUND WITH MY WEE WEE OUT IN ABOUT RUNNING EVERYWHERE SPRAYING MY GOLDEN SHOWERS FOR ALL TO BASK IN. I JUST POPPED MY ASSHOLE AGAIN AND WAS SHOT BACK TO MY HOUSE SAFE AND SOUND WHERE I SHOVED A TEXTBOOK UP MY ASS, AND THEN PASSED OUT ON THE FLOOR AND STARTED SEIZING UNTIL THE BOOK POPPED BACK OUT MY ASS. THE BOOK WAS COVERED IN SHIT AND THERE WAS SHIT EVERYWHERE AND EVERYONE GASPED AND COUGHED AND THEN I RAN AROUND WITH MY WEE WEE OUT IN ABOUT RUNNING EVERYWHERE SPRAYING MY GOLDEN SHOWERS FOR ALL TO BASK IN. I JUST POPPED MY ASSHOLE AGAIN AND WAS SHOT BACK TO MY HOUSE SAFE AND SOUND WHERE I SHOVED A TEXTBOOK UP MY ASS, AND THEN PASSED OUT ON THE FLOOR AND STARTED SEIZING UNTIL THE BOOK POPPED BACK OUT MY ASS. THE BOOK WAS COVERED IN SHIT AND THERE WAS SHIT EVERYWHERE AND EVERYONE GASPED AND COUGHED AND THEN I RAN AROUND WITH MY WEE WEE OUT IN ABOUT RUNNING EVERYWHERE SPRAYING MY GOLDEN SHOWERS FOR ALL TO BASK IN. I JUST POPPED MY ASSHOLE AGAIN AND WAS SHOT BACK TO MY HOUSE SAFE AND SOUND WHERE I SHOVED A TEXTBOOK UP MY ASS, AND THEN PASSED OUT ON THE FLOOR AND STARTED SEIZING UNTIL THE BOOK POPPED BACK OUT MY ASS. THE BOOK WAS COVERED IN SHIT AND THERE WAS SHIT EVERYWHERE AND EVERYONE GASPED AND COUGHED AND THEN I RAN AROUND WITH MY WEE WEE OUT IN ABOUT RUNNING EVERYWHERE SPRAYING MY GOLDEN SHOWERS FOR ALL TO BASK IN. I JUST POPPED MY ASSHOLE AGAIN AND WAS SHOT BACK TO MY HOUSE SAFE AND SOUND WHERE I FUCKING DIED
Then you just gotta deal with it until you find that one rare person you actually enjoy talking to. So far in my life, I found maybe 5 people who fits that criteria.
Don't worry about your looks. If you are constantly worrying about how you look that will affect your self esteem and the confidence you put out there
Anyway hey at least you tried to talk to her. Maybe she'll talk to you again some time later who knows
That's fair enough user. So long as you've had the experience / developed skill so you won't turn 29 and be like
>tfw too autistic to talk to girls
etc