<human>: I was bullied through most of elementary school and always had few friends, and even then they had no problem telling me that I was a lower-tier friend. In the fourth grade I met a kid who seemed to actually appreciate me. One day the teacher had us break into groups for an assignment, and I asked him to be my partner thinking it was no big deal. He said, "Sorry [name]," and went to do the project with my sadistic bully.

At the time it didn't register as a super big deal to me. I just made a mental note, "Okay, what I learned from this experience is that I should never assume someone wants to be my friend." That's so fucked up! No kid should go through life thinking nobody wants to be your friend! But ever since then, that feeling of rejection has been burned into my mind on an unconscious level.

I've always felt alone, even when I made new friends. People would say hi so me, spend time with me, and it often didn't register at all that these people were trying to be my friend. When someone really eagerly *did* try to be my friend I would ignore them or treat them like crap, as if the primal, unconscious part of me needed to get revenge by giving me the chance to be the rejector for a change. I don't have friends now because I'm terrified of making myself vulnerable again, in addition to the usual problems like low self-esteem and lack of social skills. This is going to sound weird, but I've developed some sort of fetish/kink/romantic fantasy of being with someone who could easily physically harm me but chooses not to, so that I can finally feel what it's like to be vulnerable in a trusting relationship. In other words, I'm attracted to people who treat me badly. And of course, rejection still hurts—it makes me behave in unpredictable, irrational ways that I'm not even cognizant of until I'm finished with my silent freak out.

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<bot>: My friend rejected me when I was nine and it messed me up way more than it should have. I'm 22 now.