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I got a slight CWC vibe from those school pics. Wonder if Wern had his own gal pal(s) (TM)?
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My mental capacity was fairly limited to getting good grades and fawning over girls like a buffoon...
I didn't quite have all my high school credits...
When it came to interacting with the other kids, I struggled at best and lost my temper and embarrassed myself at worst, pushing them away. I was clumsy. So I found refuge in my books and found hope in the fantastic. Especially when it came to girls. The girls in books seemed to be tailor made for me. I longed to find one in the real world who would understand me.
The search for the perfect girl who was both smart and pretty was like my holy grail. I couldn't find these perfectly angelic samples of girlhood anywhere but in books and on TV. I really started to wonder about things like God. I would sit in my room a lot and hope I would die, just so I could meet an angel. Women became sort of this impossible problem I could never quite figure out.
... I'd see a girl I liked. Sit with her. The only thing I could think of to say was, "I love you." but all the guys I talked to about my girl troubles had warned me, "Never tell a girl you love her. She'll think you're weird and she won't like you." "Oh.. uh... okay, I" (I used to be embarrassed to say the world "but" because it sounded like "butt" and made me feel awkward.) "Guess, I'll..." That's where I hit a brick wall. Like I said, no confidence. Bashful.
...time would wear on and if I ever did initiate conversations with girls, typically I would begin by saying her name in the form of a question very boldly and confidently and just nodding. Then and I would smile and look at my feet. Up at the sky. Back at her back to my feet. I didn't know what else to do. They usually just stared at me awhile. I pretended not to notice. I made goofy shoulder gestures, thinking they might laugh. I fidgeted until they said something. "Are you okay?" "Yeah. I'm fine." "Are you sure you're fine? You don't seem fine. What's your name?" "Lucas. I'm Lucas. I uh..." "Okay." "I just..." "Yeah?" "Um. Well, I gotta go." Sometimes they would ask something else like "Gay?" And at first I'd say, "No. My name's Lucas. Who's Gay?" These girls usually just stared at the ground and giggled nervously until I stepped up and cringed, shaking my head like they were weird or something. They were. Or so I thought. All I thought was "Maybe they're Gay and this was a joke or something. I dunno." I didn't even knew what Gay meant. I thought it was a another kid they thought looked like me. I had to ask my mom.
He's always lurking. He likely touches himself to our insults.You're telling me lucas was a fat, unpopular, simp, in high school.
I'm shocked!!!!
(That's sarcasm lucas, if you're lurking.)
Here is a companion piece for Wernologists who are interested in a deep dive into Lucas's miserable HS experience. You may not have had the opportunity to call him gay and give him a wedgy in 1995, but his awkwardness has been preserved for our study. It pairs well with his HS photos, which I hope you've all had occasion to blackly snicker at.
First, I suggest listening to his original composition "Teenage Bondage," a presumably autobiographical account of teenage alienation.
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The following quotes illustrate his memories of HS:
Note that despite a reported focus on good grades, Lucas did not graduate.
Lucas has always been socially inept and lonely. He confesses to being obsessively focused on talking to girls, yet terrified of it; and on the occasions he did speak to girls, he did not come off well.
Here is a companion piece for Wernologists who are interested in a deep dive into Lucas's miserable HS experience. You may not have had the opportunity to call him gay and give him a wedgy in 1995, but his awkwardness has been preserved for our study. It pairs well with his HS photos, which I hope you've all had occasion to blackly snicker at.
What is interesting about this post is that he is not allowed to have his phone up in the dorm, it’s an automatic kicked out for the night and he would have to start over the process of getting a bed again.
If Lucas came off as gay, he would have had female friends by default, even in the 90s. He probably was the weird fat smelly kid that creeped girls out by staring at them with his big eyes.
or like thisHe is now reduced to pleading with God to send him a bae. He is at the end of his rope. Does he expect the existence of God to be proven by a bae descending from the clouds on a beam of light into his arms?
This is like when your 5 years old and you pray God will give you that bike you’ve always wanted.
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see also: people who put academic qualifications after their names“I was on the football team in high school” is not an endorsement. If someone feels the need to tell me that I just assume their list of brag-worthy accomplishments ends there.
I'd wonder why there is such a rule but then you look at Lucas and he's literally the personification of the reason for the rule.
I'm not even sure all this can be attributed to a lack of confidence at all really, its more like a fundamental lack of understand as to what other people are on the most basic level and the 'lack of confidence' is a result of that. Its a symptom not the overall cause. Something tells me that lucas has far more serious mental problems than he lets on...
From time to time, a discussion of Lucas's mental health and specific diagnosis breaks out. It's not merely a matter of dull autists obsessively revisiting the same subject; rather Lucas is always saying and doings things that are instantly recognizable as symptoms of one disorder or another. His brain is clearly broken.
You've noted one of his more delightful symptoms: he's a tard.
Lucaa is singulary socially inept. He struggles to relate to or interact with people. He is preoccupied with what they can give him. He relies on stereotypes (Gen Z! Socialist! Christian) to make sense of individuals, whose motivations and perspectives he cannot fathom.
Lucas isn't blind to social context, but nearly so. He doesn't accurately recognize social cues. He is not appropriately embarassedLuca
From time to time, a discussion of Lucas's mental health and specific diagnosis breaks out. It's not merely a matter of dull autists obsessively revisiting the same subject; rather Lucas is always saying and doings things that are instantly recognizable as symptoms of one disorder or another. His brain is clearly broken.
You've noted one of his more delightful symptoms: he's a tard.
Lucaa is singulary socially inept. He struggles to relate to or interact with people. He is preoccupied with what they can give him. He relies on stereotypes (Gen Z! Socialist! Christian) to make sense of individuals, whose motivations and perspectives he cannot fathom.
Lucas isn't blind to social context, but nearly so. He doesn't accurately recognize social cues. He is not appropriately embarassed by his own behavior, seemingly lacking full insight into how it is perceived. He appears dimly aware of all of this: he gets grief for doing things he considers normal, like leaving 15 year olds love notes, and doesn't like it.
Lucas is a broken tard, and no amount of therapy or self improvement could make him a functional tard. He is just tarded enough to notice he's a tard, but too tarded to accept it.
This, coupled with his tendency to develop fixations, produces the Werner magic.
Rescuetoast said:“I was on the football team in high school” is not an endorsement. If someone feels the need to tell me that I just assume their list of brag-worthy accomplishments ends there.
I'd say his mental state is so scrambled, the meds only "temper" him down a bit.And that is why I wonder if he is truly schizophrenic. He talked to himself but what if that is just being a yard with no social cues. I have been around schitzos and once they are on their meds they tend to be quite normal and can acknowledge their condition. Lucas on pills is just same old Lucas but slowed down. And bipolar is off the table., real bipolar is a completely another animal and lucas ain’t it. .