I saw him some days ago in a pub... not that I usually go to such places, but I guess they're the only things open at night that's relatively warm and people can talk... barely. It is a noisy place. And he was supposedly terrified of crowds too... huh. And... he was about to greet me before he actually remembered that some supernatural force is stitching his mouth shut.
I mean, I spent so many lovely moments with him... so many memories. And now I'm not even acknowledged even if we happen to pass by each other completely by accident. It's ironic, because I decided to not talk to my parents, either... except that's because they destroyed my life... I don't think I was *that* devastating... heck, if I was such a seeming madman he wouldn't have remained in the south, despite being from the north.
My friend (can't technically say "one of", considering he's pretty much my only acquaintance now) mentioned that I'd probably be difficult to live with (based on his supposed perception of my being 'intense'). But, difficult enough to never speak to? This guy went through the entire spectrum... from being completely infatuated with me, to seeing me as some kind of major hindrance in his life.
It's just... depressing, especially as being banned is usually something organizations resort to with me... and even on a personal level it seems, this effect appears to be the outcome.