OK, this is probably going to be long, whiny and rambling. So, apologies in advance.
For quite some time now I’ve realised that my life has been somewhat…lacking. It’s getting to the point where I am becoming increasingly concerned about my situation and at times I feel just plain old despondent. I feel like I’m drifting, that I’m becoming disconnected from humanity.
Some background information: I am 22 and male. I am a computer science graduate. I currently live at home and work for my dad. I am an atheist and an introvert.
Firstly, university was quite a disappointing experience for me. While I made friends and got drunk and had one night stands and got a decent degree, I look back and feel underwhelmed. Sitting in the pub with my mates and hearing them talk about the great experiences they had, it seems like my three years were just OK. I didn’t make that many friends, I didn’t have that much sex, I didn’t do as many things, period. So, that’s pretty much a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that I wasted through my own inaction and shyness. I mean, who doesn’t enjoy college? I didn’t go to graduation. None of my friends were graduating that day and I didn’t want my parents seeing me standing around awkwardly.
Now, sex and relationships. I last had a girlfriend about two years ago. I last had sex just a few months less than that figure. So yeah, it’s been a dry spell, you could say. Fuck. I’m in my early twenties. This should be prime nookie time. I mean, everyone’s getting some, right? Right? The condom machines in the WCs. The naughty lingerie on the racks in the stores. The ‘How to please your man’ tips in the magazines. Nudge Nudge. Wink Wink. Average Joe is getting his dick wet because, hey, sex is something we all need and want and it’s fairly common.
Average fucking Joe. That’s all I want to be. I don’t want fame, fortune or glory. I just want to be happy. Why is everybody else so happy? What do they know?
Career-wise, I have absolutely no idea what to do. Still. No freakin’ idea. Half my degree was enjoyable, but even so, I’ve no idea what I could do with it. I realised that I don’t like programming (and can’t do it terribly well, either). Although I could ‘work in IT’, I just can’t see myself anywhere, I can’t picture it. I wouldn’t be good enough. Everyone gets nervous about interviews, I don’t mind them too much. I get nervous about getting the job. I have a real phobia of being plunked down at a desk on my first day, and making a complete and utter fool of myself. Like, not knowing what to fucking do.
After encouragement from many friends, I’ve started doing the whole ‘online social networking’ thing. Everyone’s got hundreds of friends and they are all signed up to these little groups. Everyone’s in the photos having a whale of a time in their fancy dress costumes from some university house party. Yeah, and while there’s pictures of me all drunk and dressed up and smiling, it’s just not the same.
Life is a game and everyone’s playing. I’m still trying to figure out the rulebook. People shift and slide from stepping stone to stepping stone. You go to school. you go to college. You get a job. You find a partner. You have lots of sex. You get married. You have kids. You grow old. You die and there are people to remember you. Repeat ad infinitum. It’s a conveyor belt, constantly moving. Every year there’s kids starting school. Every year there’s new freshmen with wide eyes and condoms in their back pocket. Every year there’s people getting a payrise. Some get divorced. Some become alcoholics. Some become millionaires. Some die in car accidents.
This is it, baby. One shot. And then we’re dead. Kaputt. Stardust flying through the night sky. I want to make the most of it but I don’t know how.
Of course, you’re gonna tell me that everybody has these moments of self-doubt, that nobody finds things easy. Right?