reply: grow a spine. You're acting like you have PTSD or something... from people arguing. You're not some "betacuck faggot" (in your words,) you're an emotionally undeveloped individual.
So I repeat: Grow a spine.
I'm usually not a hypersensitive person, but seeing/hearing people argue around me always really gets to me... I definitely don't have PTSD, and wouldn't call myself "emotionally underdeveloped"; I really don't know why people arguing around me impacts me as powerfully as it does.
Thanks for reading my post, at least. You're right, I should just try to ignore it...
My dad used to yell a lot and throw shit at me when i was really young, watched the police rip him out of my house when I was 4 years old. I never experienced the nice father i supposedly had because i had become aware at 3. I think he's the reason i get unreasonably terrified when people raise their voice around me. I remember when i got called down to the principals office in the 8th grade and started crying and hiding myself in my hoodie because he was just talking to me. Its hard sometimes but eventually you grow thicker skin
has a point. you'll some tougher skin to survive in this world. there's a lot crueler things happening than just arguing. people fight, go to war, commit suicide, abuse drugs, etc etc.. arguing is the least you could be possibly worried about. however you do it, desensitize to arguments and how it makes you feel, even if you're gotta swallow that shit into the depths of your soul, or you're gonna fall on your face trying to survive.
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I personally don't start crying whenever something like this happens but I do admit that it does make me feel a little unease or just uncomfortable overall, in this situation I would just turn up my headphones and do some other stuff to distract myself from it but it does still get to me and makes me think about it for a while. I remember getting yelled at by my dad pretty often when I was young and it somehow traumatised me, also a lot of shit I saw when I was a kid that made me what I am right now, an incredibly socially awkward guy that can barely hold a conversation, but I usually just live with it, it's a part of myself that I somehow got used to, even if it's bad. In any case, hope things get better for you, user, and if you need someone to talk to, just hit me up on Discord: ushi#6628
I don't usually cry either, I just feel like crying in the instances I referred to... Thanks for your support; I'll try not to let it get to me.
As I said in , I'm 20, so if what you're describing hasn't happened to me yet, then I am not sure if it ever will
Thank you all for responding in my thread. I honestly thought I wasn't going to get any replies and my thread would've just been deleted within a few minutes; it really feels nice to get some attention like this.
I do feel a bit better now. I'm going to go take a shower; thanks again everyone.
That's being young and idealistic. Not yet internalizing the inherent violence to better tame it. Again, some people have this trait to them that makes this process more drawn out. But it invariably happens, the point when all the pain in the world stops affecting you. In a way, it's a sad day, because all your hopes and dreams, which still live subconsciously within you, die. But it's also a refreshing day, because you finally get to see what the world really is like, without the rose-tainted glasses of youth. Passion turns into apathy, and things get dull, sometimes for the better.