Every other week I visit these museums all alone and stare at the artworks of long ago, thankfully there not much people there except few security guards dozing off on their chairs. On my last visit I cried before a painting, thankfully no one was there and there are no security guards in contemporary section(maybe because management thinks that nobody would steal or vandalize the trash that is contemporary art kek). A very moving experience. But there is no one to share these experiences(even my friends are always "busy"). Crazy to think that an art loving sensitive young man like me ended up as a 30 years old kissless handheldless dateless virgin. If you are autistic then it's fucking over despite your soft looks and heightened aesthetic sensibilities. I would be less miserable if I would stop trying but it's too ugly to wear sweatpants and watch tv series like a loser retard.

These fantasies of museum dates use to feel very cozy. Now it's plain torture. It's not fair at all.