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See this is why I didn't have any friends in high school. (this is a joke. I didn't have many friends in High school cuz I was a strange child.)
I was VERY strange as a child, likely due to being Autistic.
But also, maybe partly due to being essentially an otrovert (due to my weird tastes and penchant for obscurism, among other things). I had many unpopular opinions due to my weird tastes in stuff and my interest in obscure or unknown things.
Also, I was abused by a narcissistic father for over 20 years, among other things.
I had friends.
But they've since left the state of Virginia.
Also, one of them turned into a huge fascist, as I elucidated below about my friend who went to the Mises Institute.
He is a HUGE transphobe, kinda obsessive about it.
And I'm literally transfem.
We haven't met in years.
He actually kept sending me messages through Telegram (he doesn't know what I do on other socials so that's good at least).
A month or two ago, I deleted and blocked his contacts on Telegram and elsewhere.
I might even delete my Facebook soon and make a new one much later.
He seemed lonely, ngl, and he seemed to still think about me.
We were good friends.
Not anymore.