Wow so here's me: While I have a mental illness that means I do not work, the other side of things is worse. I am a 36 yr old male. The time that would have been better spent was instead in and out of facilities, and on medication that, let's say, made my prospects of keeping the fire in any relationship, inevitably damned, for I'd say over 12 years.
Understandably this took a toll on me. While, as I've heard it echoed here, I rather thought everyone else was nuts, and that may yet be true, golly... The time not better spent also included perks like *whole family alienation*, which stood in the shadow of *all friends go away and/or don't care*
I can go onto, say facebook, or any social media, and firstly nobody wants to hear me rant off the hook, so I'm barely followed, but I notice other people, every other person is doing great at game night, or with their peeps, the happy couple, the show, the drive in, the place, the this and the that. And like, it's always validated as heck.
Crickets and pindrops to do with me.
Meanwhile I've played music for 22 years, many counted above. That, did stick with me, but what didn't was the music scene which has gone downhill most places, or knowing anyone in some rural scenic - zone.
There is nowhere to meet anyone. Chronically single is the new I'm not dead yet. This is bs.
Anyway it goes without saying I am lonely and almost never see anyone, at all. If ever I have a conversation with anyone of the, well, remains of my friends, it is I who start the conversation, and that could be for months. Or anythings. I just stopped trying basically.
I don't deserve it. I'm kind, sweet, smart, talented, and whatever else I'd need be for, whatever. Tough.
My life to date called, it wants it's premise back. Truly nothing was sacred along the way. Now, what, nothing. Smoldering ruins.
It would be funny and dashing and all of reality if it were remotely possible I could relocate to anywhere that isn't a museum for my hourglass.
Bah. Thanks for observing my rant. Peace y'all.
Understandably this took a toll on me. While, as I've heard it echoed here, I rather thought everyone else was nuts, and that may yet be true, golly... The time not better spent also included perks like *whole family alienation*, which stood in the shadow of *all friends go away and/or don't care*
I can go onto, say facebook, or any social media, and firstly nobody wants to hear me rant off the hook, so I'm barely followed, but I notice other people, every other person is doing great at game night, or with their peeps, the happy couple, the show, the drive in, the place, the this and the that. And like, it's always validated as heck.
Crickets and pindrops to do with me.
Meanwhile I've played music for 22 years, many counted above. That, did stick with me, but what didn't was the music scene which has gone downhill most places, or knowing anyone in some rural scenic - zone.
There is nowhere to meet anyone. Chronically single is the new I'm not dead yet. This is bs.
Anyway it goes without saying I am lonely and almost never see anyone, at all. If ever I have a conversation with anyone of the, well, remains of my friends, it is I who start the conversation, and that could be for months. Or anythings. I just stopped trying basically.
I don't deserve it. I'm kind, sweet, smart, talented, and whatever else I'd need be for, whatever. Tough.
My life to date called, it wants it's premise back. Truly nothing was sacred along the way. Now, what, nothing. Smoldering ruins.
It would be funny and dashing and all of reality if it were remotely possible I could relocate to anywhere that isn't a museum for my hourglass.
Bah. Thanks for observing my rant. Peace y'all.