When I was younger (like 5 onwards), I was never prone to disagreement, being easily brow-beaten by silver-tongued quip-juggling shreiksters who would always beat me to the chase on a point or the use of a word simply because they had faster and better verbal capabilities than me, even if they were superficial thinkers or, less than that again, meme-regurgitating retards.
So I grew this habit of growing deeply internalized to myself to the point where I'd just argue with myself, for if I couldn't disagree with myself, or at minimum control the opposition to at least act civilly in my own mind (which meant discussions would last longer than any I could ever sustain in real life on my own), I would never have to discuss anything with anyone, and this was pretty much the extent of my 'social activity'
- all imaginary - until I had my breakdown at 16, sans the odd confrontation, which would always put me on edge, because if it were people and not thoughts interacting with me, things got far too surreal in terms of my internal reaction: I would always respond with disproportionate fright, break into a sweat, and hyperventilate to the point of dizziness.
I think this is the biggest disproof of the intelligence = socialization hypothesis race-denying liberals love to espouse. At least, for non-feminine races/people. Imagination and enlightened divination from within always only and universally appears to be attainable solely by men or those masculinely minded, they've the latency --- the pre-stacking and delay of instantaneous though, the space between that and application which I reckon constitutes
true intellect
- and the focus - pathologized by hyperfeminine psychiatry as 'perserveration' carried out in a 'stimming routine' --- to sustain such an effort for hours on end.
(Edited 8 minutes later.)
@385,969 (Jack !DsdPamundo)
You're buttblistered.
Try drinking a whole bottle of Domestos/Clorox.
@previous (Jack !DsdPamundo)
Psychiatric shillbot can't take his own medicine.
You're just addicted to the attention.
@previous (Sophie !MLHqI35Srs)
Shut yer geggie, ya puggled jessie.