What argument do you think I’m making? I posted about some things I was going through, was clearly looking for general advice (not debate), got name-called and demeaned by one person out of nowhere while others gave normal advice, tried to make the person aware that they were violating the tone set forth in the post, got attacked further, tried to fight back and what - now I’m in a debate? I didn’t sign up for a debate session or a roast. This is obviously a vulnerable post and should be pretty easy to follow suit with the other commenters who posted normally. Not everything related to constructive criticism is about debate. You can provide constructive criticism without offering debate per se.

You keep adding parts to your comment. Just make a new comment.

I’ve turned inward plenty. It’s valid that I feel gaslit. I should trust my instincts.

No the other guy effing loves Israel. You love guns. Also why are you making a big deal of me awkwardly trying to solve some issues in my life by calling it weird? Don’t you think I have a reason to be on here? You’re both being straight up bullies.

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The left welcomes the strange fyi.

Yeah you’re just being a bully.

Are you trying to be a bully?

I have this pelvic bone thing. I’m 5’ 10.25", I think average for men is 5’ 9". A lot of puberty things have been lagging including my apache beard, virtually no hair on torso or arms, squeaky crackly young sounding half broken voice, and yeah exactly slight development of breast tissue. No one has ever said anything about my chromosomes though.

Like what? What else might I have? I’m going mostly by appearances. I guess my voice never completely broke and I’m already 30 but I thought that might be kallmann syndrome or similar.

It seems pretty obvious just from the outside. It sticks out like one or two inches or so on either side right at the pelvic bone. Males I’ve seen always just have a straight line from armpit to waist.

Well that’s a good point. I used to live in an even smaller town and had to walk only maybe a block to get to a little hispanic shop with two short aisles of groceries where I got everything I needed about every other day. I miss those times. There were these feral chickens roaming the little park I had to walk through and where I lived was the first place of my own. Good memories. I remember getting pork rinds too from that shop.

Anyway now I go to a big box grocery store kind of generic but also has a lot of hispanic products and style.

There was a time I lived in a different small town in a boarding house and would get extra snacks and food from the dollar general which was like a mile away. Sometimes I would be carrying two or three bags. I remember rummaging through their movie bins every time I went there to see if there were any must-haves. When I lived there I would also go the 7/11 and do basically the same routine.