I'm supposed to be studying, but screw studying, question first.
Ok so, there is a part of the platonic attraction I am repulsed by. Now I am perfectly fine with actually having friends. If you want to be my friend, then good luck, and if you managed to break through my shell, then congratulations you got a depressed annoying teenager on your team.
But, the thought, the very thought of having them, repulses me for some strange reason. Again I am fine with the two friends (well one of them is my girlfriend) I do have. But, thinking about how they are my friends is strangely repulsive to me.
The idea of going out of my way to make friends is repulsive to me as well. Now I actually have a reason for this. You see, my mother has always been VERY hard on me to make friends. She was so hard that it made me repulsed by the idea of making friends myself entirely.
I'm not sure if any of this makes sense, I'm just rambling at this point. But, can anybody at least relate somewhat to this?