My crisis-point of unhappiness began as I was about to graduate college; it hit me that there would be no more growing up, this was really my life. I had no friends, couldn't make any, had never been on a date, had gone to zero parties, etc. And what hurt the most was knowing that this would not change. Now I'm thirty-nine and that's about how things went. There were a few brief moments of hope. About six years ago I had a sort-of-girlfriend for about two months (I don't think she would agree about the "girlfriend" label). I've had various talk and anti-depressant drug therapies. I give myself a pass sometimes from feeling bad, but the conditions that cause the bad emotions are still there so the unhappiness eventually must return.
Reading the posts here I see that most of the writers are around college age and it reminds me of all the wasted years. I think of the hundreds, or thousands, of hours spent feeling debilitated by unhappiness. And I think of all the wasted potential. Maybe I'm just going through a period of depression now and it's coloring my perceptions. But it is a measurable fact that I am alone, and I have been alone for years and I will be alone into the forseeable future. We live in the time of "it gets better". But that's not an enforceable law.
Reading the posts here I see that most of the writers are around college age and it reminds me of all the wasted years. I think of the hundreds, or thousands, of hours spent feeling debilitated by unhappiness. And I think of all the wasted potential. Maybe I'm just going through a period of depression now and it's coloring my perceptions. But it is a measurable fact that I am alone, and I have been alone for years and I will be alone into the forseeable future. We live in the time of "it gets better". But that's not an enforceable law.
