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Sean Hantz says
Its a daily struggle against not trying. “Why bother, it’ll all just turn to shit anyway.” Especially when all you have is your job, from which you get zero satisfaction, and all the reports you write go nowhere, which means you have nothing to even take pride in.
Nailed it. And even knowing it is a mistake does not prevent from making the same mistake again and again…
Jennifer King says
Evan J Sanders says
That last panel summarizes my depression.
You have a way of hitting the nail on the head, but this strip hits it out of the park. In the last two months I’ve given up on dating completely for the exact same reason: any kind of failure in my love life sets me back and jeopardizes the things I need to get done in my day to day life. I hate it but I can’t afford any fuckups now that I’m back in school.
Tomasz Gwóźdź says
My dating life in just four panels.
Expect the fact that people I am usually attracted to are not single anymore.
Chris Redd says
Had this happen just the other night.
Gabriel Chavez says
I personally feel a lot of pressure when someone tries to set me up with a friend of theirs. It’s like I’m trying to not disappoint two people at the same time.
Nailed it. Struggle all the time and what’s even the point?
But hey, how I missed the guy for the last few parts.
The frustrating part is knowing that even if it did somehow work out, you wouldn’t feel any pleasure or sense of accomplishment. It makes everything seem pointless.
My problem is I don’t want to be a burden to someone. That it isn’t fair to not at least be the mythic state of “stable” before dating.
You got it. Sometimes I feel like if I really care about someone the last thing I would want to do is allow them to care about me, because I know that I will hurt them whether I want to or not.
The great thing about being on the autism spectrum is that I don’t get dating. When someone and I like each other we spend increasingly more time together, but if someone thinks she and I are doing the dating ritual game thing then I’m like, “Ew. Get your hands off of me, quit fake-smiling and staring deep into my eyes like that and quit pretending you’re into whatever I’m into. We just met 37 minutes ago.” Friends who try to set me up will try again, so we become not-friends.
Worst part is that she was doing her best at the time to be a good friend by introducing him to someone.
She probably got offended.