No one is ever going to deserve my hand in a relationship.
I'm going to live a bitter, cynical life because of how snobby people are, and how ****ed up society is. I'll be a successful, law-abiding sociopath. My repressed need for companionship will be strangled by my rage, my discipline and denial of personal desires will make me further absorbed into my career to the point of maniacal obsession. I won't really care about what's going on around me anymore.
That is apparently all God ever wanted out of me, or society, or both.
There is a serenity in living in la-la land. My skills will develop to the point of me having paradigm-shifting epiphanies if I'm working a scientific field. I'm in a catatonic-state, my schizophrenia enclosed to conceptualizing the work I'll be doing. Literally, no dopamine will be left for me to consider myself or those around me. I won't care. I don't care. I don't want to be here anymore. I don't like how cold everyone is, how fake everyone is, I don't like how the societal machine deprograms its citizens. Desensitizes and brainwashes people so that I can no longer relate to them, and they can no longer relate to each other.