>>1216
>It caused me to not trust people.
Yep, hidden in a big shell like me. I started that way when two "colleagues" robbed me the PS2 memory cards, San Andreas and Tekken 5 when I was 11. From then, I started to feel less innocent.

>It just seemed like to me everyone could be insane to me. I would obsess over remembering things because of weird double think that seemed to happen (What are you talking about? I always hated waffles, I don't know how could you be remembering that I liked them for a the past ten years you've know me).
Those thoughts are disheartening and I wouldn´t wish those moments to no one. I didn´t get to that point because my memory has patial memory. It considers those moments not worth to remember just to not drive into those situations. When all of a sudden, one changes overnight, it causes huge turns in direction all of a sudden, this is why it was a big test for you.

>I would notice how a person spoke and what they ate at breakfast all to make sure I wasnt going crazy. I became solidified as a introvert.
It was the logical step to take and survive to that period of time.
>I withdrew to an almost crazy degree to my interest, sans what few souls I knew who weren't a part of this shitshow.
Outsiders help a lot whenever you need a bit of support for those hard periods. They may be temporal or not be as close as you were with your friends, but they help a lot.

>It is also a big reason why I developed the whole edgy, observer of tragedies mentality because I was on speaking terms with most of them and only rarely in the cross fire for most of it, so I got a whole cross section of perspectives.
It´s funny that you think you are bad at writing greens or having fear to jump on them. I mean, even the edgy phases could have something productive or good to exploit. Listening to multiple perspectives helps you a lot to collect info that while not necessary, makes you richer as a person and for ways of thinking.

>It is also why I became so fascinated with betrayal. Probably one of the reasons why I found myself detached to the mainstream as well. My dad crazy taste in things rubbing off on me because I had no close frieds to hang out with, with the only thing that was new media that I was consuming for awhile was ponies.
Hmm, that explains the little to no affection to social media and how you are here. I thought DWK was one of those few cases in which someone survives because of ponies. It proves that the meme is actually real, this show has saved lives and hard periods.