I should also add that I need a dumbo friend in the 120-130 range as a kind of pseudo-caretaker who understands that I have special needs to be able to function.
I’m not kidding. It’s very frustrating, and they don’t come easily.
They need to understand my personality, anticipate my needs, and grease the wheels to help me function socially. When I have that, I can be and have been very successful—but, unfortunately, that usually intimidates those helpers and they distance themselves because they lose what they perceive as power over me.
I’ve had a few friends like this. >One was good, South African, became contentious. >One was about as smart as me, turned out he was a fag.>One was a Jewish girlfriend, probably my best opportunity for a wife but she’s a whore now >One was a guinea girl, bored me and didn’t realize how helpful she was til she was gone>One was my roommate and he was probably the best, but he has very low self-esteem and is now getting married and involved in his own life so he doesn’t have the time for me
Latest is my boss, but I don’t trust him.
If I sound like a burden, it’s because I am. I try to help these people in return, and they earn my undying loyalty in exchange.