My horrible life

I would drop the bike and wind up without limbs, thinkin, I should have quit while I was ahead.

I am getting old.

I live alone. I have a nice house, a nice TV, a swimming pool. I am doing pretty well, except in one regard...I have NO SOCIAL LIFE.

I had five very close friends when I was young, and I had an active life. I partied a lot, used a lot of drugs, had a lot of crazy times. I finally dried out when I was in my late 20's and never really had a good job until I was 32. I lived in the city, in an apartment, and just lived day to day.

On my 30th birthday, I attended the funeral of Dotson, who committed suicide.

About a year later, Peter, who I shared an apartment with, had a nervous breakdown and went into a catatonic state. He would up getting Govt. disability and now works as a part time pizza delivery driver.

Theo, who was one of my oldest closest friends went through a divorce and his family and his other friends all aligned against him, because of his heavy marijuana use, he also had a nervous breakdown and became so paranoid that I decided not to stay in touch with him.

Jake, one of my wildest friends, who was a ball of laughs and was an ex-football player and jock, got introduced to weed and started doing some dealing, this led him into dealing coke for a while, including bringing bricks from Florida into town via planes (this was back in the day before they were checking passengers due to terrorism). He was one of the first people to ever free-base, and that is when I distanced myself from him. I attended his funeral a few months ago. He OD'ed.

And finally, there is my oldest and closest friend...Dan. Dan and I partied a lot, and like me, he dried out when I did, he got a job with a major financial investment company (you would know them if I said their name), and he racked up some money investing. They relocated across town 8 yeas ago, and he decided he didn't want to drive that far, so they gave him a severance package. He got 8 months of pay, so after 8 months had gone by, he got unemployment...and that was the start of Obama..which meant they extended that unemployment out for two years. So, before he knew it, he was out of work for three years, which he spent working out, enjoying himself, etc. Five years more have gone by, where he lives for about 1200 a month (his condo is paid off) in expenses.

Over that five years, he obviously has become careful with his money, eating at restaurants only when he get coupons. If you go to a bar, he will drink before he goes, and then nurse one drink all night, etc. He wears old clothes, works out every day, and then just lays around, reads, hangs out with a retired neighbor lady, and sees an old girl friend that he is now platonic with.

The guy will never get a job again, and at 59 1/2 can break into his 401K and get by until he gets Social Security.

So, anyway, this is my last friend. I worked all week, slept in late yesterday, and was just relaxing at 2pm. He showed up at my door in sweatpants, and just sat down to watch basketball on TV (since I get the full sports package and get CBS-Sports, etc.). Now, I didn't really have any plans, but maybe would have gone to the gym, or cleaned up, or whatever. He stayed from 2pm until after the Cavs/Spurs game was over (good game) at 11pm.

Now, I like this guy...maybe love him like a brother, I've known him since grade school. But I really feel stuck. I've got no friends. I work all week. I'm too old to party. I don't know how to meet people. I don't know whether I should lose the only person I have left. I've tried meetup groups. I've tried POF dating site. I feel stuck and depressed by the people around me. Getting old is horrible.

Check out torso man, then let me hear you bitch. Bitch...

Yes you can ^^ I'm Stooy Joy on skype, please state some of your skype name so iknow it's you when you add me

Dude, there is no better than outdoor growth, no energy
more abundant than The Sun

Your lucky I told all my crack smoking friends to pound sand at 24. then I quit smoking weed at 26 cause I didnt want to grind rust at a shipyard the rest of my life. I got a better job in the next county and moved there. Havent had a good friend since. and ever since I quit drinking I have been sitting home not socializing.

Pedal bike around the hood is fun too

Specially on summer nights

Thanks Stooy Joy for your Skype, I will mention GLP when I contact you, so you know its me. Talk soon.

One should not be allowed to talk of he's pain? you think we should all go see a shrink who we pay to hear of our suffering in exchange for bad info and pills?

Just because most live a life that doesnt give the satisfaction we crave doesnt mean that you should try to push down those who are trying to get out

Why are you being rude? why are you being a bully? why would you even use time on acting like this?

stoogy your heart seems in the right place, but i'm not into the illuminati angle.

I know that you are right, but that is what an existential crisis is all about: I don't feel much different than a prisoner in a cell. They guy living under the bridge may well be happier than me.

I had my existential crisis when I was 15. I guess some of us grow up faster than others? So you are 40? 45?

You're kinda screwed... probably should find religion and join a adults singles group, find a wife (who is guaranteed to have kids already) and try to be happy. If you are not having regular sex at your age, you will waste away and die.

And I am 45 fwiw... some of it I speak from expreience.

I would feel bad leaving him alone in this place all day while I go to work. He would be lonelier than me even.

I am getting old.

I live alone. I have a nice house, a nice TV, a swimming pool. I am doing pretty well, except in one regard...I have NO SOCIAL LIFE.

I had five very close friends when I was young, and I had an active life. I partied a lot, used a lot of drugs, had a lot of crazy times. I finally dried out when I was in my late 20's and never really had a good job until I was 32. I lived in the city, in an apartment, and just lived day to day.

On my 30th birthday, I attended the funeral of Dotson, who committed suicide.

About a year later, Peter, who I shared an apartment with, had a nervous breakdown and went into a catatonic state. He would up getting Govt. disability and now works as a part time pizza delivery driver.

Theo, who was one of my oldest closest friends went through a divorce and his family and his other friends all aligned against him, because of his heavy marijuana use, he also had a nervous breakdown and became so paranoid that I decided not to stay in touch with him.

Jake, one of my wildest friends, who was a ball of laughs and was an ex-football player and jock, got introduced to weed and started doing some dealing, this led him into dealing coke for a while, including bringing bricks from Florida into town via planes (this was back in the day before they were checking passengers due to terrorism). He was one of the first people to ever free-base, and that is when I distanced myself from him. I attended his funeral a few months ago. He OD'ed.

And finally, there is my oldest and closest friend...Dan. Dan and I partied a lot, and like me, he dried out when I did, he got a job with a major financial investment company (you would know them if I said their name), and he racked up some money investing. They relocated across town 8 yeas ago, and he decided he didn't want to drive that far, so they gave him a severance package. He got 8 months of pay, so after 8 months had gone by, he got unemployment...and that was the start of Obama..which meant they extended that unemployment out for two years. So, before he knew it, he was out of work for three years, which he spent working out, enjoying himself, etc. Five years more have gone by, where he lives for about 1200 a month (his condo is paid off) in expenses.

Over that five years, he obviously has become careful with his money, eating at restaurants only when he get coupons. If you go to a bar, he will drink before he goes, and then nurse one drink all night, etc. He wears old clothes, works out every day, and then just lays around, reads, hangs out with a retired neighbor lady, and sees an old girl friend that he is now platonic with.

The guy will never get a job again, and at 59 1/2 can break into his 401K and get by until he gets Social Security.

So, anyway, this is my last friend. I worked all week, slept in late yesterday, and was just relaxing at 2pm. He showed up at my door in sweatpants, and just sat down to watch basketball on TV (since I get the full sports package and get CBS-Sports, etc.). Now, I didn't really have any plans, but maybe would have gone to the gym, or cleaned up, or whatever. He stayed from 2pm until after the Cavs/Spurs game was over (good game) at 11pm.

Now, I like this guy...maybe love him like a brother, I've known him since grade school. But I really feel stuck. I've got no friends. I work all week. I'm too old to party. I don't know how to meet people. I don't know whether I should lose the only person I have left. I've tried meetup groups. I've tried POF dating site. I feel stuck and depressed by the people around me. Getting old is horrible.

I would feel bad leaving him alone in this place all day while I go to work. He would be lonelier than me even.

I apologize for that. I don't think that you would see me as depressed or down on a day to day level, but at an existential level, my life if just rot.

Some dogs do well being alone. Maybe get one from the pound that needs a home but not attention all day.

Get 2 dogs, that way OP is totally optional.

not if you got a doggy sitter :)

Somebody already took your advice. Damn you're good!

Thread: Priceless happiness: five minutes after two dogs were adopted.