Thrasymachus
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I have absolutely wasted my youth trancing out like a zombie in front of the tv and computer. Pretty soon I will turn 29 years old and as always when I get older or a new year dawns, I start reflecting back and getting morose. I beat myself up in my mind worrying about my status in life and the dead end I always stay in. I sabotaged (and still do) all my chances in life. As a result I still live with my mother at this advanced age. I have no degree or job skills. I do not really have any friends. I never had a girlfriend my whole life and am still a virgin. Basically at everything in life I have failed, whereas by now most my more responsible peers have established themselves financially, got out and dated while they still were young and have their own families by now.
For most of this lost decade, I refused to even work and when I did it was always in low paying crappy jobs that are not worth staying at for long. I tried going to community college back in 2006-7 but I could not do what it took to co-operate. Also it is against my ethic system for the university to exist, let alone to successfully participate in it. I have never really committed to a career path or vocational training, because I cannot see myself doing the same thing for a decade. Right now I have a shitty part-time job at Fedex as a package sorter that pays $11.75 a hour, which only lasts 3 hrs per day at most for 5 days a week(however I still collect partial employment from a past job). I know I need a full time job, but I do not see how I could get a good one, and getting comfortable again in a dead-end job could result in having the same problem at 35, 40, etc. I also still feel trepidation at committing to vocational training or any apprenticeship to command a higher salary.
I do not have any male friends. The one person whom others could consider as a friend is someone I knew from junior high and high school who I am more rather simply comfortable with. I have to know a person for years or else I always feel I need to be on my guard against them. Really this guy is toxic and I should distance myself from him, which I have started doing. He likes doing copious volumes of alcohol, drugs and trancing out on the pc and internet idly(I do these later two activities myself too much, but consciously if not subconsciously I want to quit). He is even worse off then me, I do not know how I got into it, but he works 8 miles away as a gas station attendant and I have to drive him to work if my brother does not. Basically I am always there for him when he needs it, but he is so fallen apart, he will never be able to reciprocate.
I had the opportunity to have at least 4 girlfriends in my life, but I never took the opportunities. That is a common problem of mine, I never make firm decisions and am rather characterized by doubt, indecisiveness and full of excuses why I should not do anything and continue doing nothing. One chance I blew perhaps should not be counted, because when I was 12 the neighbor's kids and my brother started to declare that I liked the girl next door when I infact did not like her or have any sexual urges at that age. But just the same they dragged us together and I could have went along with it. One other time I remember this younger black girl strangely started walking home together with me for about a week and finally handed me a paper asking me if I would go out with her. At age 19 when I vacationed in Greece one of my cousins told me that a girl in the village liked me. In my early twenties when I worked as a painter one day I didn't need to show up at a job for the day and a young women asked where I was and displayed to my boss she was interested in me. Now I realize that I handled everything wrong by avoiding all these girls/women and that now at 29 with no good job. the unacceptable situation of living still with mom it will be even much, much harder to start.
Looking back I cannot fathom how I messed up so bad trancing all those years away in front of some electronic images and sounds refusing to take part in any serious real life activities peers of my age engage in. I wanted to retreat from any sense of reality to lock myself at my mother's home having as little relations with the outside as possible. In that I succeeded at the price of failing at life. I don't know what to do, the closer it gets to my birthday, the more disconsolate I will be. I find myself constantly wishing for a time machine to give a beating and instructions to my younger counterpart. I still cannot picture myself having a steady career, a wife and a family. Neither do I look forward to bouncing through jobs, and being alone forever. I am sandwiched between two unattractive final prospects and so I fear I will continue doing much the same -- nothing.
For most of this lost decade, I refused to even work and when I did it was always in low paying crappy jobs that are not worth staying at for long. I tried going to community college back in 2006-7 but I could not do what it took to co-operate. Also it is against my ethic system for the university to exist, let alone to successfully participate in it. I have never really committed to a career path or vocational training, because I cannot see myself doing the same thing for a decade. Right now I have a shitty part-time job at Fedex as a package sorter that pays $11.75 a hour, which only lasts 3 hrs per day at most for 5 days a week(however I still collect partial employment from a past job). I know I need a full time job, but I do not see how I could get a good one, and getting comfortable again in a dead-end job could result in having the same problem at 35, 40, etc. I also still feel trepidation at committing to vocational training or any apprenticeship to command a higher salary.
I do not have any male friends. The one person whom others could consider as a friend is someone I knew from junior high and high school who I am more rather simply comfortable with. I have to know a person for years or else I always feel I need to be on my guard against them. Really this guy is toxic and I should distance myself from him, which I have started doing. He likes doing copious volumes of alcohol, drugs and trancing out on the pc and internet idly(I do these later two activities myself too much, but consciously if not subconsciously I want to quit). He is even worse off then me, I do not know how I got into it, but he works 8 miles away as a gas station attendant and I have to drive him to work if my brother does not. Basically I am always there for him when he needs it, but he is so fallen apart, he will never be able to reciprocate.
I had the opportunity to have at least 4 girlfriends in my life, but I never took the opportunities. That is a common problem of mine, I never make firm decisions and am rather characterized by doubt, indecisiveness and full of excuses why I should not do anything and continue doing nothing. One chance I blew perhaps should not be counted, because when I was 12 the neighbor's kids and my brother started to declare that I liked the girl next door when I infact did not like her or have any sexual urges at that age. But just the same they dragged us together and I could have went along with it. One other time I remember this younger black girl strangely started walking home together with me for about a week and finally handed me a paper asking me if I would go out with her. At age 19 when I vacationed in Greece one of my cousins told me that a girl in the village liked me. In my early twenties when I worked as a painter one day I didn't need to show up at a job for the day and a young women asked where I was and displayed to my boss she was interested in me. Now I realize that I handled everything wrong by avoiding all these girls/women and that now at 29 with no good job. the unacceptable situation of living still with mom it will be even much, much harder to start.
Looking back I cannot fathom how I messed up so bad trancing all those years away in front of some electronic images and sounds refusing to take part in any serious real life activities peers of my age engage in. I wanted to retreat from any sense of reality to lock myself at my mother's home having as little relations with the outside as possible. In that I succeeded at the price of failing at life. I don't know what to do, the closer it gets to my birthday, the more disconsolate I will be. I find myself constantly wishing for a time machine to give a beating and instructions to my younger counterpart. I still cannot picture myself having a steady career, a wife and a family. Neither do I look forward to bouncing through jobs, and being alone forever. I am sandwiched between two unattractive final prospects and so I fear I will continue doing much the same -- nothing.