Anons, I would like your insight on a personal matter. Don't want to make another thread, fuck it.
There was this guy that was my best friend since childhood, I have know him from so long I don't even remember when I met him. We were both kinda fucked, but I far outpaced him in that regard. We even lived together for some time, but because we were both hard to deal it didn't worked out well, so I stepped away for the sake of our friendship. But we were still in good terms.
Of course, my life was going full downhill, while he was getting his shit together finding a good job, losing his virginity, and becoming a full Chad. On top of that he was trying to shove his nose in my life way more than I would like trying to help me, forcing me to see a psychologist and shit, and as I am a very reserved person, I wasn't very fond of his intromission, and also I was feeling we were starting to belong to different words.
One day I arrived drunk at his house, puked in his floor, told him I had lost my scholarship something I didn't told anyone and cried in front of the girl he was banging she was actually naked when I barged into his house, but I didn't see much as I was drunk as hell. After that he went full on "family intervention" on me, ordering me to go back to live with him, and told his mom about it. His mom knew mine, and because of it I felt like he actually damaged my family relations by telling his mother about it, as the news would travel fast. With the culmination of feelings of anger, guilt, and shame, I just stopped going into his house, ghosted him hard, and never saw him again. No discussion or anything, I just told him I would go there in the next day and never did. And it wasn't just him I ghosted, I did it to three different social circles, former work, nerds, and college I was determined to cut ties and fucking end it. That was three years ago.
Well, I tought I would be miserable and in the void I would find the strenght to kill myself, but… I wasn't. I like being a doomer, to do /nightwalks/, that people never know what I'm up to, to never give answers I don't want to, to be fully alone. Loneliness is as natural do me as depression is for many of you, we baske in the shit because we like the smell, It may sound crazy, but this is my natural enviroment. In the moment I hitted the bottom of the well I wasn't as sad as I tought I would be, so I just reformed my life from there. Made other social circles even tough way more distant, I don't get too involved with people, got into a martial arts, even stopped drinking as hard as I did. My life isn't "good" but if I could use a term to describe it, it would be dark and comfy.
So well, after those three years an acquaintace in common between me and this friend contacted to chit chat via Steam, and I can clearly see trough his annoying questions and persistance about what the fuck I am doing that this past friend is behind his actions. Today this acquaintance asked me why I don't contact this friend and well… I have no answer. But I don't know if I should, to be honest. There would be too much questions, too much tension, too much emotional moments and I don't like that stuff, I just want to train hard for my martial arts tournaments, walk in the night listening to progressive, and play my vydias. After three years without friends, I don't know if I could endure the social and psychological weight of having one. I'm too self centered now, too used to tell people to eat shit when they ask what I do for a living, or where I live, or if I have special people. And I know he would be emotional about it, as he is an emotional person he was the short fused and I was the "dead inside clown" but I don't know if agressive or empathic and tearful, and holy hell, I would take agressive all day long. I would rather being punched in the face repeatedly than being stuck in an emotional sittuation.
Anon, what would you do in my situation? I'm strongly leaning towards just blocking that acquaintance and call it a day, but I would like some insight.