Today I have cut ties with the only person I thought I could call "friend," because he also does not understand what being transgender means. I guess not many people do. But I feel like he pretends nothing is the matter. I know the world does not revolve around me and that I am a meaningless spec of dirt. Yes, and no one can tell me otherwise and I do not expect you to try to because I have a very nihilistic way of thinking. I am a very stoic, cynical and misanthropic person. It is only natural for me to be, given all of the "unfortunate" stereotypes from unchanging identities I have been cursed to live with for the remainder of my life.
Anyways, this person was literally my only friend and yet he has no concept of things like "living in two genders" or "living in the wrong body." Him of all people, I expected more support from. I did not expect him to keep calling me "her" and "she," instead of correctly calling me "him" and "he." Every time I think its ok to talk about it cause I don't have my therapist to talk to right now until our next appointment on January 8th next year, this person does not respond or will change the subject. His wife also treats me like a freak and I do not know her very well, so I am very uncomfortable around her even though they've been married for a few years now, I think.
All in all, is it really that bad not having any friends? I used to want friends so much growing up because everyone else seemed to have them and were happy about it. I honestly am becoming more comfortable in solitude than in company with others. I seriously want to ask my therapist if its ok that I want to be alone, not because I have to be (which is kinda true) but because I want to be.
I no longer desire human relationships, but instead would rather have a dog as a best friend, if any. I might not even have a dog for a friend because I can become such a grouch. I just screamed at my dad's dog just now a few moments ago because she won't listen to a thing I say like humans don't. They only seem to respect eachother when they are intimidated. That's why I really like villains in movies and laugh when I see people get hurt on tv shows, I think.
Yeah. I got mental problems, ok? All of my friends live in my head...what did you expect?
Also, does that last bit really mean I could be a sociopath? The thought of human closeness makes me cringe and want to vomit every where. I think I have attachment disorder, among so many other undiagnosed illnesses of the mind. Ah, well, but isn't that what makes us human to begin with? We are so imperfect yet we strive so hard to be normal for no real reason other than a short-lived happiness that will end in about 70 years or so.
Oh well...