No job, no life, no money. Most of my friends have gone on with their lives, but I can’t feel comfortable going out to do anything fun. And it’s harder to meet new people stuck at home all the time looking for work. Yeah, I have support and good savings. It’s not really helping me get anywhere, though.
I have had female friends, but there’s really nobody I’ve been attracted to. I just never felt any romance, or even particularly lust, in them. Friendship, yes, even enjoy hanging out, but no desire. Bleh. In my life, I could have had sex, I suppose, and I chose not to. It’s not my nature to have casual sex and I dont’ like wild parties. The thought of either is pretty much utterly uninteresting to me. Yet I still look with envy on my, errr, peers who seem to have exciting affairs and blowouts seemingly every other week.
And I’m 30. I’ve gotten nowhere real fast. Between school and work, the last decade went by like a cannonball, and now I’m just sitting here in the dark (mostly) playing video games and trying to find a reason not to kill myself.
I’ll tell you about biking. It feels terríble at first. However the more you do it the easier it gets. Being social is similar except it’s all uphill ifyou’re not naturally social and all down hill more or less if you are. It still gets easier, though.
I don’t need to whine about my whole life, just one part of it - my dad. My dad is trying to find a place to live. So first of all, he made us take all of Sunday with him, six hours, going to different apartment places. He never once said “please” or “thank you”, and never even asked me to do it, just told me to do it. Then he is planning to be in India for 3-6 months out of every year and he has just assumed that i will be the one to take care of all of his bills and crap and mail when he is gone. Again, no please or thank you. Just do the work, Daughter.
To top it all off, it is so clear that he only thinks of me as “daughter” it is ridiculous. He never asks about my life, and the few times I share anything about it, I can visibly see his eyes glaze over. He never remembers anything I say, making it clear he doesn’t listen.
And I get very stressed out over him. I do the best I can not to, but nothing stresses me out more than my family, to the point that I don’t sleep well for days on end when he’s coming up. I don’t know why. I just get wound up so tight with frustration.
I’m sick of the fucking RAIN here in the northeast :mad:
First Irene, then the 5 days of nonstop rain that led to the evacuations a couple weeks ago (3 days of fear that I’d get back to the house to find 6 feet of stinkwater like during the 1972 flood) and now 3 MORE days of nonstop rain. Every time I hear it picking up I almost have panic attacks and I’ve been obsessively checking radar and river levels all week.
In other news my new glasses are giving me a headache and I got 3 mosquito bites on the way to work this morning.
I certainly hope your near-throwaway line at the end about killing yourself was merely a rhetorical flourish and not literal. If not, then the usual advice, seek help, talk it out, etc etc.
Note: political comment coming - stop reading here if you are sensitive…
As for being happier, I notice that lefties, with which these forums are mostly populated/infested by, are usually much less happy than righties. There’s thousands of articles about it out there, but here’s one for starters. So perhaps some actionable advice could be… act like a righty?
More articles on this phenomenon here, here, here, ad infinitum
I don’t hate my life at all… I’ve got a great job, a great boyfriend, I have good health, and even my wonderful sister recently decided to move down and live with me and we’ve been having a blast together.
However, I AM starting to feel really bad about myself, because I am thinking more and more each day about voting for Perry in the primaries… and I don’t know how to talk myself out of it.
Wow. Have you read any of smiling bandit’s posts before? I really hope this is a whoosh of epic proportions, because it’s kind of like suggesting the Pope should turn to Christianity.
I am pregnant and I was losing weight like crazy, so they decided to do surgery to remove my gallbladder. It hasn’t helped yet, but it’s only been 1 1/2 weeks since the surgery.
My boyfriend is in jail for not being able to pay child support because he was unemployed for a long period of time.
My oldest son has been in and out of juvie and is currently on the ankle bracelet. He has no respect for anyone and only cares about himself. He’s only 14!
My only good news…My landlord (also my best friend) said she is looking into buying a larger house that we can rent from her. She has another renter lined up for the house we’re currently in, but needs to show the new renter the house first. This is the bad part. I have this crazy irrational fear of people coming into my house. I’ve lived there for two years and the only people to see the inside are me, my boyfriend and my kids. She has given me until the end of October to prepare.
There. Those are my complaints. I am, however, a pretty easygoing person in general and try not to let these things affect me too much.
My wife lost her second job to absenteeism relating to being in the hospital for months on end. FMLA only lasts 12 weeks. She is still too ill to work. Over two years of this and they still don’t even have a diagnosis. She’s survived cancer twice, when she was a kid, and now this? For a while they thought it was lupus, which killed my first wife and (via complications of prematurity) my son. I’m still working in the poker room, but right on the cusp of a double-dip recession, business is terribly slow. I just moved in with my parents because I’m worried about them. My dad is dying of metastatic pancreatic/liver cancer and mom is a little old lady who can barely see or feel her extremities due to diabetes. If, fuck . . . WHEN, something happens to incapacitate one of them, the other will not be physically capable of rendering any aid. I’m trying to make ends meet by moonlighting as a freelance writer, but yesterday my computer conked out and I had to drop $100 at the shop to fix it. Then today I find out that instead of having 30,000-50,000 articles available to claim (about 1% of which I’m actually qualified to write about), Demand Media has less than 3,000. WTF? When the volume of available work decreases by an order of magnitude, you have to wonder if it will cease to exist entirely and soon. Now, instead of grinding articles out and being immediately available for my parents, I may have to take a job away from the computer to pay my bills. I guess it’s a good thing that there aren’t any.
Great, his friend just interrupted my typing this to tell me how unbearable his pain is. He said dad confided in him that he feels he may not even make it another week. Maybe I’ll become a theist again just long enough to tell god what a fucking tool he is.
