Marine/w/PTSD
Bronze Member
I've been out of the Marines for a long time going on 7 years now, and as each year passes, my ability to make new friends diminishes. The few friends I have are forever, and those are the ones I have gone to war with, however for the general populace, I can't relate enough to them. Their concerns seem minor and petty, I can't seem to develop enough patience to care.
The worst part of it all is I know I have the skills to make plenty of friends, but for some reason I refuse to put them to use. I refuse to start conversations. I'm not ugly and I'm in decent shape and I have good conversation skills yet I refuse to start a conversation with a girl. When I see a girl has her eye on me I go out of my way to avoid her.
I've learned to be deal with the anguish that comes with being alone, and now I'm able withstand being alone but I still don't like it. The VA compensation I'm getting, I think is enabling me to behave more and more secluded with no hope of further assimilation back into humanity. I'm hooked webcam sites where interaction is based purely on the amount of coin you have to present. The only thing keeping me going, I think is the few conversations I have once a week or so with my old military buddies. I'm being painfully honest here, please treat with kid gloves
The worst part of it all is I know I have the skills to make plenty of friends, but for some reason I refuse to put them to use. I refuse to start conversations. I'm not ugly and I'm in decent shape and I have good conversation skills yet I refuse to start a conversation with a girl. When I see a girl has her eye on me I go out of my way to avoid her.
I've learned to be deal with the anguish that comes with being alone, and now I'm able withstand being alone but I still don't like it. The VA compensation I'm getting, I think is enabling me to behave more and more secluded with no hope of further assimilation back into humanity. I'm hooked webcam sites where interaction is based purely on the amount of coin you have to present. The only thing keeping me going, I think is the few conversations I have once a week or so with my old military buddies. I'm being painfully honest here, please treat with kid gloves