There’s so many people out there. It’s sad really, but with the vast majority I couldn’t form meaningful connections. And the rest are probably like me, and spend most of their time isolated. Why do I act surprised that I have never found someone when I hide away from them as much as they hide away from me?
Someone that I happily fall in love with at first sight, or a friend that really understands the struggle and who I could tell every last detail of what’s on my mind. Someone who figures me out and likes what they see. They’re out there somewhere, thinking the same thing I am thinking, yet I will probably never meet them.
Kind of tragic.
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Maybe someone needs to set up a depressive hermit dating site. Like farmers only, but instead miserably suicidal.
Well… from observing relationships formed through this site, that sort of thing usually ends badly.
True. “Emotionally well balanced” types aren’t known to frequent this forum.
This is the sort of site where unhinged stalkers are acquired. – User beware-
I think you meant people who have low self-esteem and want to lead on/flirt with anyone who’s around. If they happen to find someone who genuinely cares about them they’ll just call that person a “stalker” and do their best to burn all bridges with them.
Like, I’ve seen the above happen multiple times with different people here.
I just did a Google image search for a 1964 Pontiac GTO.
The results were way better than any comment from any fool I’ve ever encountered here. 🙂
Try it, fool.
If you still like classic cars then maybe there’s hope for you yet.
Try not to forget who the lost cause is here, sugar britches.
I just ate a freshly baked really delicious chocolate hazelnut pastry, so my mind is free of negative thoughts right now. Time to put on an eccentric playlist of tunes and chill for the night. (My new acquaintances have been recommending lots of bands and artists.)
7.5 billion. All that excess baggage is what makes the world a terrible place to live.
Estimates vary on how many people have been born , lived and died. (Lots of people).
Most of our forbearers have been forgotten. They were born, they lived, then they died. They were as noteworthy as a fart, just like you, and that’s fine.
Don’t worry about it.
You’re just as common as the billions who were born before you, and you’ll be just as remembered after you’re gone. No need to fret, you’re just another drop in the ocean.