- Dec 7, 2015
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Ignore society's judgment and learn to appreciate the simple life, or something along those lines.
I'm sorry life has been hard on you. The purpose in my life was to be the peacekeeper in the family and then take care of my parents and grandparents while the other siblings caused me grief. My parents and grandparents have long passed away and I've disowned the rest of my family. I rarely see or speak to anyone. But, it's still too many people as far as I'm concerned. I want to sell my house and hit the road. That way if I end up some where I don't want to be I'll just start up my truck and go somewhere else perferrable where people aren't. However, I'm very used to being alone and comfortable with it. I don't think a purpose really matters for everybody. I think it's more about taking care of your responsibilities and then trying to enjoy whatever you can out of life.(Now, there's one exception to what I've said above, where I am living with my mother (who is in her 80s), and I help out around the house and do things for her. I'm sure she appreciates my being around for her, but she's never really understood me, the same as others. We rarely converse, so I still lack any sense of purpose. And, again, most of the time I'm essentially alone.)
People think too deeply sometimes for various reasons. I opine that we don’t have a purpose for being, that there isn’t a point to our existence - we just ARE. And since we just ARE, we may as well make our existence as pleasurable as possible, and people do that in many ways. Some people want or feel they need to have a reason to go on, to being here on Earth, and for some that works. Some need direction, from others or supreme beings, to get through like in a way that makes sense. But how about just accepting that we were each just created and now that we’re here, let’s just make the most of being here. Make our lives the least sufferable at possible, keep occupied, gain knowledge to make life better and easier to navigate. Most of us can look back on our lives and come to the conclusion that we’ve wasted time and opportunity to improve our lot, but while we’re still here, we can improve on what we still have. Doing is the hard part. It’s not called “effort” for no reason.I fit that dictionary definition perfectly. Here's the thing, I'm so socially anxious and outside the realm of being normal that I am virtually invisible. My problem isn't about what I'm afraid that others may think about me being incompetent and an enormous failure, it's that nothing matters one way or another. Everyone else has their own lives to live, relating with family, friends, and acquaintances, and I do not fall into anywhere that matters.
I'm 60, I've been single my whole life (my one exception being a short relationship with a woman that ended BADLY), I've lost all hope for building relationships with anyone (due to my complete lack of knowledge about anything interesting that people like talking about, my crippling social anxiety, and my inability to simply relate to anyone), I've never been able to make it as an artist in the field of artistry I'd hoped for, I've lost all desire to simply DO artistic things anymore (I don't even doodle, haven't for over a decade, and feel like any ability I might have had is gone completely), the one thing that anyone could hope to achieve in life, a legacy is hopelessly out of reach, and when I add all of this up, I don't get any sense that I have EVER had a purpose to fulfill. I'm simply a loser and a complete and utter misfit. There isn't any point in my existence.
(Now, there's one exception to what I've said above, where I am living with my mother (who is in her 80s), and I help out around the house and do things for her. I'm sure she appreciates my being around for her, but she's never really understood me, the same as others. We rarely converse, so I still lack any sense of purpose. And, again, most of the time I'm essentially alone.)
If there can possibly be a more complete definition of what "a loser" is, than the description I've compiled above about myself, then someone let me know where it is. People say "God made everyone for a purpose, and he wants us to fulfill it," but there's just no way that can possibly be--not now anyway. Far too much time has passed, I cannot deal with being around others when I'm essentially alone anyway, my tank is completely empty, and sometimes I wish that I'd simply vanish without a trace.
Some wealthy were once impoverished and some well fed were once chronically hungry. Don't judge a book by it's cover. Don't judge a person until you've walked a mile in their shoes. The only person you know is YOURSELF, stop speaking for other people.The wealthy can never relate to the impoverished; the well fed will never understand the chronically hungry.
I did the same on my last surgery.I am getting used to handling my own medical appointment's that require someone to drive me home. I just make sure I have money ready.
I did the same on my last surgery.
I had an Uber driver pick me up. I prepaid him a nice amount to pretend he was my neighbor, as I had to give the nurse a contact info for them to OK the surgery.
This was AFTER I had asked my "high maintenance" girl (who I had taken care of financially for 2.5 years at the time) to pick me up and she told me she could not because she had already "made plans with friends". Her friends...were not the ones paying her rent and living expenses...
It kind of did.I hope your situation improved after that.
Oh...that's a living hell! Poor guy.I learned of a firefighter who adopted his wifes kids. Then she went back to the kids dad and he is stuck paying child support and doesnt get to see them.
#metoo!!!Just glad you are not paying the $50K