I’ve made too many mistakes. My life is like a painting that’s been painted over again and again, so much that the errors, the repulsive missteps can’t be hidden anymore. It’s just a big, hot mess. I never knew what Selective Service was until I was too old to register. I waited to start college too late in life. That’s how I found out. I was filing for aid and discovered a problem that I would eventually realize would keep me from ever attending college. I can never get federal aid. My credit has never been good enough to qualify for private loans. So, that’s it. I can never get a degree. I can never have a real job. I’ll always be poor. I’ve been working at the same grocery store for almost twenty years. I can still barely afford to feed myself and can’t afford to live without roommates, not even in a crap studio in a dangerous part of town. My health is failing. I’m weak, exhausted, and have chronic gastrointestinal problems.
There’s also the matter of not being equipped to pull myself up by my bootstraps, as they say, since my IQ is only 70. I’m just aware enough to be cognizant of my own stupidity. Others treat me accordingly, like an idiot. It’s odd that we show compassion to individuals with certain disabilities, but will delight in vocally belittling those with diminished intelligence. People I have called friends will make fun of me to my face because they think I can’t tell.
I’m also ugly and have terrible social skills. I once had someone who actually loved me for who I am, but I lost her and it was my fault. I should be happy for her. She is now married with a child on the way. She was my only love, my one. I won’t get anymore. It was an anomaly that I had the time with her that I did.
Considering these things, that I’m always going to be poor with no prospects, that I lost my one and only chance at love or companionship, and that the life is slowly leaking from my body– I can’t help but wonder why I’m still here. I think about suicide everyday, several times a day. I’m afraid of messing up and living through it. I’m afraid of pain. I wish I wasn’t a coward. This is the kind of thing you’d expect from somone young, like, eighteen or nineteen. You hear stories like this and upon learning the teller is so young, you want to scoff, pat them on the head, and say, “oh, it gets better. You’ll see.” The thing is, it never did get better. I tried to just go through the motions. I’ve felt for a while now, however, that I’m living on borrowed time. Maybe I was supposed to die years ago. Maybe I was never supposed to be here and I’m some kind of an abomination. I’m like a zombie or automata, just walking along with no purpose, no point. I’m almost forty years old and I’ve accomplished nothing whatsoever in life. I feel the clock ticking louder every passing year and I just want it to stop.
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Well, you’re not stupid because you used the words cognizant and automata, which I don’t know if I’ve ever used. So, there ya go. 70 or 150 IQ doesn’t mean diddley squat. I don’t know you look fine to me from where I’m sitting and you wrote a really well put together post here, so maybe your social skills aren’t so bad?
Don’t be so hard on yourself. You’re ok. Everything about you is….OK. Believe it. Trust it. Live it.
You write really well! Much better than most people who claim to be “smart.”
Friend, I hope I can offer you some help and hope. First of all, you sound quite intelligent to me. Your grammar was excellent, your flow, logic and organization of your writing was exceptional — and I am being honest here.
Your self awareness is excellent and your understanding of life in general and your own personal life is great.
I’m sure there are ways to sharpen the foundation that you already have. Keep on doing cross word puzzles, keep on learning and trying new things, a new language, do something you’ve always done with your non-writing hand…
In these modern times, and at your youthful age, there are still plenty of opportunities! It’s not over! The hole that you are in is great, I am not going to lie, but guess what my friend? The potential to turn it all around is that much (or just as great)!
Keep on learning, do research, write engaging blog posts and build and audience and receive advertising from that! Even today, just being able to read and write is still such a priviledge and has you above 15% of the world’s population in that regard!
There is plenty of hope, you just didn’t know where to look before and coming here was that right first step.
All the best my friend! Keep on searching and you will find!
Hiii, sorry but i got to agree with all folks above, you dont look that dumb, your writting its to right mate.
And it’s true, your still in time to make your life work out, that’s my opinion.
Just take some risks you know, not dangerous ones, but try new stuff, dont be afraid, life is about to try-fail.
All the best!