It took me like a month to grasp why simply asking a girl out made her so damn uncomfortable when everything was fine before and I acted no differently. Well, here’s essentially the implied gist of our conversations throughout my BPD cycle:

&gt; ME: Wow mental illness is like totally awesome.
&gt; HER: Hell yeah. Tell me more, bro.
&gt; ME: So I like get real psychotic and am like totally tempted to act suicidal when I think someone is groovy cool.
&gt; HER: Wow dude, that’s so interesting.
&gt; ME: Yeah so uh like, I think you are totally groovy cool.
&gt; HER: Sorry yo, 
&gt;         *(OH SHIT MIGHT NEED AN EVAC)*
&gt;         like I’m taken dude. 
&gt; ME: It’s cool bro. So my mental illness is like totally insane and can make me do some CRAZY things.
&gt; HER: Hmmm... 
&gt;         *(OH FUCK ABORT ABORT ABORT)*
&gt;         yeah let’s not talk anymore.
&gt; ME: WELL WHAT THE FUCK THAT’S like TOTALLY NOT CHILL BRO
