Oh, I’m not defecting by accident :). In high school, I was, because I didn’t have enough self-awareness to realize that the reason I had no friends was because I was too argumentative. In fact, I didn’t really get it until I got the “Most argumentative” superlative in the school year book.
Then I got to college, and I decided I wanted to have friends. So I got some. And it was fun for a while, but it turns out that social interactions put me in this awful sort of yo-yo emotional state. It would make me really happy, and then I would crash, hard.
Now that I’m out in the “real world” I discovered that not having friends makes me happier overall—the crashes were really bad—and that I can satisfy my taste for “defection” by arguing anonymously on the Internet. It perhaps doesn’t help me, but it doesn’t hurt me either.
Oh, I’m not defecting by accident :). In high school, I was, because I didn’t have enough self-awareness to realize that the reason I had no friends was because I was too argumentative. In fact, I didn’t really get it until I got the “Most argumentative” superlative in the school year book.
Then I got to college, and I decided I wanted to have friends. So I got some. And it was fun for a while, but it turns out that social interactions put me in this awful sort of yo-yo emotional state. It would make me really happy, and then I would crash, hard.
Now that I’m out in the “real world” I discovered that not having friends makes me happier overall—the crashes were really bad—and that I can satisfy my taste for “defection” by arguing anonymously on the Internet. It perhaps doesn’t help me, but it doesn’t hurt me either.