DEAR DR. NERDLOVE: I’m a late 20s university dropout in the UK, and I’ve f--ked up my life. See what happens is, when a relationship goes well, I get scared and run.
As well as that, I don’t even realise I’m attracted to someone until about a month after I met them, at which point they’ve met someone.
I’m a fantastic friend but a rubbish relationship or f--kbuddy/FWB option as I don’t pick up when people are interested!
I’m in good shape but my friends are all nerds in varying states of lumpiness so that’s kind of a low bar. Lovely people though.
Before you say anything, I know about f--king charity work and volunteering.
That is for the dregs of society, the lowest forms of life. The losers who can’t do anything else but blindly give their time and money serving those who were unlucky or unwise enough to be in a position where you need charity.
I mean, to even be near a homeless person sickens me. I understand how they got there, but they’re a danger to themselves and everyone around them.
So how the f--k do I find people when I’m out of uni, no skills, bad self-esteem, crappy job working from home, and I still live with my parents?
Maybe I should start doing drugs as junkies can find people. (That was a joke, I don’t want to do that)
I refuse to help people, that’s the path of being taken for everything you have. The only thing that matters in this world is survival, being good or evil is an illusion.
If I wanted to or tried to help people, they’d drag me down.
I’m active in the nerd scenes and con scenes but to be honest life kind of sucks in general. Life stalled years ago and I’ve been going through the motions. Maybe it’s a self-esteem or paranoia problem.
I used to be a Christian but God has been very quiet recently.
Maybe I should just join a cult or force myself to join another group to get me out of the house.
I am NOT helping people in any capacity, though, therein lies the path to ruin.
Thanks doc, just wanted to know your advice.
Totally Scrooged
DEAR TOTALLY SCROOGED: You know, I was tempted to just answer this with “I’m not getting paid to engage with your humiliation fetish”, but you’ve caught me in a generous mood, TS, so I’ll treat this with considerably more seriousness than it honestly deserves. Which means that it’s time to introduce you to my friend, the Chair Leg of Truth.
I can tell you precisely what the problem is, TS: you are coming across like a deeply unpleasant individual and you either don’t realize it or you think that the way you’re acting is some weird badge of honor. Which, all things considered, wouldn’t be too surprising; a lot of people seem to think “I’m the only person who matters” and “got mine, f--k you” makes them iconoclastic and “the only people who really understand”. Of course, then they wonder why they’re chronically single and nobody wants to spend time with them.
Quite frankly, your tone and your words make me question a lot of the other statements in your letter – like claiming to be a great friend in one breath and s--t-talking your friends as “nerds in varying shapes of lumpiness” in the next, followed by “lovely people though” as though that either made things better or you’re surprised that fat people can be good people. I’m sure you think you’re a fantastic friend, but I’m kinda wondering if your friends would agree.
And then there’s the rant you go into completely unprompted that throws pretty much everything out the window. I mean, I’m not entirely sure why you decided to bring up how much you think charity and volunteering is for suckers and fools when nobody had said anything about it. You apparently felt so strongly about this that you decided that this needed to be the subject in your email, which, again, is an odd choice. Congratulations on having read Atlas Shrugged, I guess, but you probably would’ve gotten further with your issues if you had read Dale Carnegie’s “How To Win Friends and Influence People” instead.
Can’t imagine why God won’t talk to you anymore.
All of this does, however, add some much needed – if unintentional – comedy to follow up s--tting on both people who volunteer their time, money and effort helping others and unhoused people by complaining that you have no skills, no self-esteem and a s--tty job while living with your parents. So maybe that little rant from out of the blue is more about how you feel about yourself. Which, if true, would sound like you were having the beginnings of self-awareness that you then had to snuff out before you realized that taking a massive steaming s--t on both people with kindness and generosity of spirit and the people they helped was just so you could feel slightly better about being a worse person any of them.
But yes, by all means, continue to insist that people who devote their energy to caring for others; that’s absolutely going to be something that will attract women to you like mice to cheese. It absolutely won’t come across like someone who tries to troll artists by telling them that LLM plagiarism machines will put them out of work because you’re jealous of having neither artistic skill nor vision, nor will it make you sound any less like someday your s--tcoin investment will eventually pay off and then won’t people be sorry.
Continue to hell about the unhoused too, that’s something that’s absolute catnip to the ladies. There’s nothing sexier than a guy talking about how just the mere existence of people who’re down on their luck makes him violently ill and profoundly uncomfortable. Would you like to throw in some comments about queer people while you’re at it? Maybe something about undeserving minorities?
Honestly, I can’t for the life of me understand why you’re not so deep in ass that you have either the free time or free hands to write this letter.
There’s nothing that I can tell you that you’re going to take seriously, seeing as what you really need is a personality transplant even more than you would need to get out of the house. I can tell you that pretty much all of your problems stem from your attitude before anything else, and unless and until you start addressing that, any other advice would be like sticking a Hello Kitty bandage on a severed and hemorrhaging limb.
Now I’m going to be generous and assume that there’s some actual pain talking underneath all of this and all of this bulls--t is a malignant form of self-protection that you toss out in order to not confront the depth of self-loathing you feel. But even then, that doesn’t make any of it better; you’re still coming off like a prolapsed anus and in the unlikely event that someone doesn’t find it more repellant than sex advice from Andrew Tate, you should probably run screaming from them in the other direction.
Now, if you want actual advice, then I would strongly suggest getting some intensive therapy and actually listen to the therapist so you can deal with the self-esteem and chronic depression you describe towards the end.
Failing that, the best advice I would have for you is to take some MDMA until you realize that other people actually exist and develop more than a vestigial sense of empathy and compassion for others. Because, I hate to tell you this, but women are actually drawn to personal warmth, kindness and emotional intelligence and you’re showing a profound lack of any of these.
Those are your choices: fix your heart or get used to this being the rest of your life until you do.
Please send your questions to Dr. NerdLove at his website (www.doctornerdlove.com/contact); or to his email, doc@doctornerdlove.com