No choice but to sit on the sidelines and watch as other people enjoy deep connections and family, while fingers are pointed at me telling me I'm selfish, unpleasant, and negative, and chose this for myself whenever I dare to open my mouth on the subject - a complete reversal from what people say when I pretend I'm not lonely.
Endless hours of work and no one to celebrate the end of it with. There are no friends to treat to a meal out or a few drinks if I were to come by some extra spending money in my work.
Going a week without using my voice except with cashiers. Waking up, spending the day alone, and going to bed alone with the expectation that it will be the same tomorrow.
Watching people who lie, cheat, and steal enjoying life's good things with very little criticism, less in fact than what those who are depressed and complain might receive. Seeing the Just World fallacy at work.
Endlessly tearing myself apart looking for something left to fix that isn't simply who I am. Viewing myself alternately as a project, a mistake, or just an anomaly people wish didn't exist because I challenge their worldviews.
Seeing what looks like progress get fewer results, and finding that even though I grow less confrontational and selfish with age my success cases are fewer and further between, not more common.
Having love to give and no one who wants to receive it who isn't looking for money, sex, or someone to rag to for two hours every day. Giving it to a pillow or a video game character instead, or just throwing my change in a tip jar and hoping that in this instance money can somehow equate to love.
Holding my own emotionally while others have those they're certain they can fall back on, and feeling weaker and weaker like a starving animal separated from the pack.
Not being comfortable trusting even scant online company to be genuine when they don't have to see or talk to me. Having the possible illusion of care, even from a distance, dangled in front of me on a regular basis just begging me to care when there's a fair chance that their reaction to me IRL would be the same as those who've left.
Surviving this way day after day until my eventual and merciful death probably quite late in life, because both my parents are quite active in their 60's. Unless I inherit my mother's heart issues and have worse luck with them or significantly less money for treatment.