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I hate being a socially anxious subhuman strawberry man. Have zero friends, strangers and cashier give me weird looks and my father called me Robinson Crusoe the other day. I’ve airwolfed up my mind with degeneracy but imagining actually seeing and touching another persons private parts seems revolting to me. Still life is alright except my desperate cravings of social stimulation. So I’m here. Anyone can relation maturation education?