I’m 25 years old and often ask myself why I keep on going. Â I am a social failure. Â I have a horrible time keeping new friends or lovers, and the ones who actually do want to be friends/lovers with me bore me to no end. Â This does not mean that I find myself disliking anyone who likes me automatically, but, coincidentally, virtually everyone who I like dislikes me and many of the people I dislike like me.
Even my old friends, or the people I used to think were my friends, seem to want nothing to do with me. Â I only talk to my parents a couple times a month, usually very briefly, and they are the people to whom I speak the most.
The world truly depresses me with its dog-eat-dog mentality. Â Everyone just looks out for them and theirs, and I am not among anyone’s. Â Man is destroying the earth, and most people don’t care. Â I am unemployed and barely apply for jobs because I’m so used to rejection and, honestly, I’m sick of trying to be “competitive”. Â I have an honorable discharge from the US military after serving for four years, and I have a bachelor’s degree in psychology, and I still can’t find a fucking entry level position at any place better than Burger King, or even get a goddamned callback. Â I wish I could say I cared enough to keep at it, but I don’t, even though spending ANY money is obscenely depressing for me knowing that I don’t have a lot of income.
This wouldn’t be so bad, of course, were I not lacking for friends. Â I don’t know what it is, I just seem to lack the capability to make and keep friends. Â I stopped trying to overanalyze it years ago. Â I am a relatively nice guy, not exactly a saint but very compassionate and empathetic. Â I am good looking and in good shape, generally charming, not deformed or retarded, and I don’t have bad hygiene. Â In addition, I have passable social skills, or at least I think I do, so I don’t get why this is so hard for me.
And of course I can’t talk about this to anyone. Â Between one person and another, I’ve revealed just about everything about myself to other people. Â But I just can’t talk about this. Â I guess it’s pride, but I don’t see it changing barring some ego-dissolution on my part, possibly drug related.
No one would really be affected if I died. Â My “friends” and most of my relatives would be like “oh, damn, that’s fucked up…” Â Some of them MAYBE (and I mean maybe) might be pretty sad for a few days, but they would all get over it. Â No one relies on me for anything, and virtually none of them can be bothered to even make efforts to contact me, let alone hang out with me. Â And it’s not for a want of effort on my part. Â It’s just that, after a while, I don’t see the point of making someone a priority in my life if I’m barely a blip on their radar.
My siblings and my aunt would probably be pretty sad, but again, they’d get over it soon enough. Â I talk to most of them a couple times a year, if that. Â Family gatherings might be slightly melancholy, but the other 99% of their year would remain virtually unchanged.
My parents, unsurprisingly, would take it harder than anyone else. Â And, for all their faults as people and as parents, I certainly don’t want to cause them grief. Â But they’re rather old now and in poor health, and neither of them have long lives ahead of them, especially my mother. Â Also, my parents are very well off, and I have six other siblings, so the chance of them actually needing ME to be there is unlikely in any event.
But forget all this: the question is, should anyone, as a human being, be expected to live a life of misery just to delay or reduce the grief in other people’s lives, ESPECIALLY when those people do not rely on us for anything? Â And can suicide always be seen as selfish when generally it’s the selfishness of one’s friends and family that cause someone to want to kill themselves?
My suicidal feelings come and go, as they have for half my life. I’m not sure I am going to kill myself but the thought sure is tempting. Â I’m don’t know what I’m hanging on for… a vague hope in the future, I guess. Â Or should I say, a vague dream based on no substantial evidence. Â How can I expect things to get better if this is how my life has always been? Â Alone and lonely: sometimes less so, but always coming back to this baseline, this miserable and awful baseline which has become a despairingly familiar home…
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It seems that everyone has a base line. The thing to remember is no matter what the base line is you have to fight to get off it. if you get off your base line enjoy if not run.
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Right there with you killer, it’s like you typed my post for me!
Hi my name is upper middle class failure. I’m a 25 year old male, Capricorn, bachelor’s degree, good internship experience, and working a dead end minimum wage job in a pizza shop living pay check to pay check. I have no self worth, I am disgusted by all people and things around me, and have no social contact outside of my suicide website! It’s soooooooo nice to meet you!
Oh but it gets better…Drug addict, loser bastard, thief, liar, always broke, always trying to escape this reality that I DESPISE. A vicious world of greed and destruction, where rich oil barons send young men like yourself to have their limbs blown off in a war so Halliburton stock goes up, where little kids are abducted and raped, a reality that even in the Society On A Hill to which we belong all of these things are common place. Nobody cares. I certainly don’t, and never will.
I guess that’s my real problem yo, I just don’t give a fuck. Not about life, women, career, children, or buying a bunch of shit I don’t need but have been trained to want, I’m done with all of it. I have been done with all of it for close to half my life now. I just keep eking out my pathetic existence almost like a gag reel for others to watch and be like, “Jesus, at least I’m not like you..” The only thing that bothers me is hurting my parents by piecing myself up, well hurting them more than the current reality of their loser drug addict son.
Oh goodness, see this is why I don’t post much, I’m kind of a downer. You just struck a cord with me. I’m not pretending to know you or say that we are the same but I would like you to consider that if you want out, do it. There should be nothing holding you back as obviously you are one of the more intelligent ones who’s figured this ugly world out. However, only make that choice if there is not a hesitation or reservation in your mind about it.
Just promise me, yes me, a complete stranger you will probably never meet or communicate with, that you will NOT get a minimum wage punk job like mine. You might just wake up disgusted, even more jaded and isolated, and dope sick dreaming for a temporary chemical escape just like me bucko…
Interesting…
We have a lot in common, clearly, but a lot of differences. I am not a thief or a liar, and I pride myself on this, since so many humans are. Of course I come from a well off family (whose money, I suppose, mainly came from stealing and lying via the corporations in which my father has bought stock), so maybe I’m not better than you in that regard. Also, I’ve never really been in a situation where I needed to steal or lie, so I can’t say what I would do in that case.
One thing I’m pretty sure I will never do is use dope, or get addicted to any type of psychotropic substance. I have always found that drugs should only be used in the good times. Using them to dull or escape your emotional pain will inevitably make things worse, especially when you become a worthless junkie that no one wants around. Of course, I’m worthless and no one wants me around anyway, so I guess becoming a junkie would just be a formality.
But yeah. It’s so easy to become jaded with the fucked up world around us. I’ve always tried to not be part of the problem, but I’ve never cared too much about being part of the solution, either. Why waste my life making myself miserable for a lost cause?
I certainly hope I don’t ever end up in your shoes. I’ve made decent choices, and I’m on track to start dental school next year, so at least I should have a comfortable career ahead of me. I’m reasonably certain I would be much more likely to off myself if I was ever living hand to mouth. I can’t stand that type of desperation. I certainly don’t understand how there are so many homeless people. If it honestly appeared to me that I would be spending the rest of my life on the streets, I would kill myself without a second thought. Being homeless is only slightly preferable to being in prison, in my book.