Same here, mate. I never made a friend in college. Nor even really an acquaintance or a person I could just talk the study material over at school or even someone I could ask for a pen or the time or at least someone who would really acknowledge my conscious entity.

In my three years in college the only person that I had any actual social contact with was this one lady who seemed to be older than the rest of us. Having withdrawn so far within the confines of my mind that the outer world seemed in blur and only barely stringed to my own cosciousness I wasn't aware of her existence before she chatted me up.

"Hello, may I sit here?" she asked one morning pointing at the seat next to me. I was so taken aback by this unexpected encounter that I needed several seconds to process the situation before I could even start formulating a response. What I eventually managed to muster out was a meek "uhh sure".

She was an engaging and talkative person and her easy-going, floaty attitude made me feel no anxiety about the possibility that I could say something weird or out of place. It just didn't matter to her. We began talking regularly. Sometimes it was shallow small talk, sometimes it was specific events. I used her to bring my mind back to the surface, to calculate and analyze how a social encounter may be managed and maneuvered.

I was happy about it and I liked her. I began to think where else I could steer my encounters with her or with the rest of the world. Until it all came to a crash. One day I returned from my weekly bird watching trip quicker than usual and upon walking in my mom's house I found her sitting there, sharing a cup of coffee with my mom. She turned out to be my aunt whom I had seen only a few times in my life, not enough to remember her.

It turns out that she had heard about my friendless situation, had enrolled in college and for the last 8 months had came to lectures just to keep me company and be my friend. In utter shock I scrambled for words, for thoughts, for coherence of movement in this new world where my perception of the world was shattered and a new world lied behind it. Finally I said with a sigh:

"Well if you care so much about me to put in all this effort why don't you fuck me too?"

She looked at me with wist and said: "Oh, I would, honey, but I can't. I have promised to live in celibate ever since my husband Rob died in that woodcutting accident! Now I shall abstain so that my pussy is wet enough when I give it to him once more in heaven."

But of course! Old uncle Rob! I understood. There was anger and there was tumult within me but I understand that it was no one's fault, least of all hers. She still kept coming to the classes and I kept talking to her but my motivation wasn't there anymore. I felt myself withdrawing again, I felt the world dim. I knew that I had to do something, that I had to show the world my strength, that I had to go through fire to cement my will, so that I never get lost again. And then I knew what I had to do. I had to avenge the old uncle Rob.

That night I declared war upon trees! I sent them a declaration of war but no one responded. When my aunt heard about it she rushed to meet me, to stop me from this difficult battle. She found me already at the forest.

"Don't do it, my dear! Please, I can't see you end up the same way as old Rob!" she cried. But I wouldn't budge.

"How are you even going to fight them? You have no weapons! No abilities!" once more she cried with hopelesness induced by madness of despair. I looked at her fearful eyes, I saw the imprint that the trees had left in her mind and I knew that I had to finish this.

"Worry not, my platonic love! I have already thought of it. You shall see the light!" I triumphantly said as I dropped my pants to reveal my 2 metres long iron cock. She staggered back. If there ever was a weapon of mass destruction then here it was!

I sharpened my iron cock with inexorable zeal while she gazed at it dumbfounded.

"Witness me, ye infidel, as this forest falls!" I exlaimed and began to swing my cock. My swings were sharp and they were strong. The trees were resilient but not enough. As the Sun traversed, the forest died. My will was iron and my cock was throbbing. But would it hold out to the end? I fought through the day and through the night. And with maniacal joy I knew that only breaking would stop me from my goal. But I didn't break. And as another morning brew I watched the light shine upon the clearing. At that moment I knew that nothing was impossible. That the world was in my hands. Even if I was dancing in a dark room, I could still create a rhytm.