>>783
I'm a lazy-ass slob, a NEET, a hikikomori. I recently severed all social contacts with the outside world. How did I get here?
Well, in school I was a very polite, nice and shy kid who never skipped a lesson, who was doing everything he told to do. These properties didn't help with establishing relationships with other angsty prepubescent teens, but they didn't hurt much either. I wasn't bullied. Teachers and parents adored me. Girls probably too because I was cute and never harassed them. We were all together partly since elementary school, partly since middle school. Though as puberty kicked in we became less united, we basically established 3-4 people circles. I was rather successful, aspiring young man who wanted to study "something that has to do with programming".
Everything changed when I enrolled in a rather famous university far away from my hometown. I had to live in a dormitory with two senior students. I suspect that my father is responsible for this. He thought that it might teach me about life. Other freshmen lived in rooms with each other (plus an occasional final-year student who usually had a job and was busy with his stuff). So, my roommates were not only neither freshmen or graduates, but a rather lazy lot. The privilege of living with them was that nobody could demand a beer from me (I'm not even sure that somebody even did this). They were nice guys but all they did were playing games, going to the university or just hanging out somewhere.
We didn't even have a free desk that I could use to study properly. A "dining table" that was basically a torn off closet door doesn't count. It was greasy, filled with dirty plates, etc. The other was a computer desk which was usually occupied by those students. I spent a lot of my free time either in the zoo or walking some very long routes. In mid-Autumn I finally bought a cheap IKEA desk and got my old PC from the hometown. This is the point where my downgoing started. Attracted by the light of a display, repelled by the weather turning cold, I was paying less and less attention to the external world. It was a time of a crappy GPRS connection, but rather big LAN. Movies, anime, video games and a bit of browsing...
Eventually, roommates failed their re-examinations but didn't want to return home. They told their parents that everything was okay, had a part-time job, tried to restore their status as students. But they still lived in the room. With only one person formally living in that room I've got another roommate and then another. We only had a bunk bed and regular one. Fortunately, that fifth guy lived at his aunt's house. Those former students shared a smaller bed during night and disappeared during day, because dormitory head was trying to catch them. Their hiding was rather dramatic and funny.
Unfortunately, I hardly remember winter. There was something about being too lazy to revise, failing or chickening out from exams and getting a leave of absence. During this time my father moved to the city and rented apartments, I moved with him. During New Year celebrations my roommates were caught with alcohol. Those slackers had been restored as students, so this was bad for them. One of them lost his nerve and told the head to fuck off. Soon both were kicked out again (the other one later apologized), other ex-roommates were moved to a much less comfortable dorm outside the city.
During my half-year leave, I got a cable connection. Approximately at the time I turned 18, I discovered 4chan. It was still young and still good back then.
Thus my information superhighway adventure has begun. Slipping my studies more and yet more, failing to establish long-lasting contacts and feeling perpetually depressed, yet hoarding the slack and enjoying the digital world, I found my shelter. And yet I'm still lost.
>>785
Are you touched by my story? Would you shoot me or pat me on the back and say, "It'll be okay, you'll find your way through" or do something else? What do you reckon might be a fresh new start for me?