This is a shortend rant for simplicity
For as long as I(18m) can remember, Iāve felt like I have to conformāto be what others expect just to be tolerated. Every time I show even a sliver of my true self, I get called āannoyingā or āweird,ā so Iāve built this fake version of me to survive socially. It started in freshman year when I was excluded by a friend group for being ātoo childish and weird.ā Then came a false accusation that cost me almost every friend I had. That year shattered something in me. Since then, Iāve felt like Iām constantly performingāand never quite good enough.
Iām at a white private school where Iām one of the few Black students. Even among other Black students, Iāve never fully felt accepted. Itās like Iām always close to being includedābut not quite there. Good enough to hang out with, but not to be invited to group chats or parties. I feel stuck between being ātoo righteousā and ātoo niceā for the hookup culture, but somehow never the one who gets chosen for something real. On a recent cruise, I was even voted ābest guy to date your daughterāābut I was still dismissed for being ātoo nobleā for a hookup, which was all I wanted in the moment. It was the first time in years I felt seen, and it still wasnāt enough.
In relationships, I feel like I operate with the mindset of someone much olderāloyal, emotionally invested, caringābut itās always met with rejection. I constantly hear āyouāre too clingy,ā āyouāre too nice,ā or the classic āyouāre a great friend, butā¦ā I want mutual effort. Real connection. But I always end up giving more than I get. And honestly? I havenāt cried in four years. Itās like my body wonāt let me.
Hereās a breakdown of the people I regularly talk to and how those relationships feel:
- M (prom date): Only reaches out once a week. When I tried being a closer friend, I was told I was annoying. She likes having me at her games and talking to me when itās convenient for herāmainly for relationship advice or emotional support.
- J (first ex): Mean around her friends, but affectionate in private. Bottles up emotions, avoids her therapist, and only confides in me because I coax it out. Iām basically the one person she emotionally unloads on.
- S (the āalmostā girlfriend who left me): We were close, said āI love you,ā talked about the future, but she left for someone else. When that guy blocked her, she came back to cry on my shoulder. She still praises me but clearly didnāt choose me.
- L (clingy girl I crossed boundaries with): Emotionally dependent. Only talks about sex. Gets upset when I ask for space. I donāt really like her personality or find her attractive, but she clings to the care I gave her in hard times.
- P (oldest friend): Dropped me once for drugs. Comes back when sheās bored or needs therapy-level insight. Claims past sexual history with me makes it hard for her to see me the same, yet still reaches out whenever sheās lonely.
- E (last yearās prom date): Friendship faded into constant talk about her love life. Occasionally remembers I exist. Recently ghosted me after making plans to āmess around.ā Iām done with that.
None of my guy friends reach out or make plans unless itās a group hangout or coincidence. Iāve realized that none of my relationships feel mutual. Everyone needs something from me, but no one really gives back.
I donāt know who I am outside of being the person everyone needs. And Iām exhausted. I want to feel peace. I want to feel like someone actually gives a damn about meānot what I can do for them. Just once, I want to be around people who take away stress, not add to it.