I regret being an impossible introvert - but I have no one to confess this aloud to. While I hold social media accounts, I do not attend to them often - every few years at best. Sadly, this was the way I learned of one of my dearest friends passing, and several months after it happened. It breaks my heart to not have spent more time with them, or to have told them how much their friendship meant to me and how I loved them. I felt ashamed, and an unworthy friend! I mourned the loss deeply because true friends are rare - we are blessed and lucky to ever find and keep one. By this anonymous confession I hope that someone reads this - perhaps some other introvert like me - and remembers that we should not take our friendships for granted. The smallest things hold greater meaning with time. How many tomorrow's shall come before it's too late?
In my life, I've only met a handful of people who have deep and extreme mental resonance and chemistry (less than ten, sadly zero of who I have any kind of physical relationship with right now; I don't mean romantically but any kind).
Physical attraction I find very common (there are a loooot of really physically beautiful people out there, holy smokes), and essence ("soul/spirit") resonance is also not uncommon - the number of people who happen to be an essence that is a soulmate must be in the millions, by my count [I have a kind of unorthodox understanding of what 'soulmate' means]. Both combined, also not that uncommon. But real mental resonance that is profound, amazing, mutual, and has that electric "it" factor is so rare, at least for me.
And if that's not there, the other two tend to fall by the wayside.
A lot of people are really awesome, friendly, have things in common, have that "it" factor partially, etc, yet somehow it just doesn't click in all the right ways, mutually, and it ends up being... somehow lacking experientially on my end. I'm not trying to invalidate them at all, but...
I wish I would meet more people who fall into the third category -- a lot more. Feeling lonelier around others than when I'm by myself is messed up.
I wonder if it makes me truly mad.
I can't stand it when people make videos online and when something funny happens with a friend, pet, etc. they laugh while making eye contact into the camera rather than laughing with the person/in the moment. It makes it seem so freakin fake and impersonal. Like can't we just enjoy one simple thing like laughter in the moment rather than doing everything for the camera? It actually drives me nuts
For years I’ve saved up my returnable (bottles and cans) recycling for a few weeks before putting it out in a separate bag for the binners who (I assumed) were picking it up. I do this in lieu of handing out money on the street, and I feel like they’re doing a legitimate job and they work hard. But I’m not going to do it anymore after what just happened. So I’m walking out to the alley behind my building with my bag of bottles tonight in the dark when I encounter a well-dressed middle aged woman digging into the blue bin, while her companion in a white BMW or Mercedes sat idling waiting for her to collect her haul. I’m just so grossed out by this. Seriously? They need the money so much that they sneak around in the dark in an expensive car digging through blue bins? Wtf? Just gross. So lady, that’s the last time you’re getting a damned thing from me. From now on I’m taking my returnable stuff to the depot myself, and I’ll collect the money and donate it to people who actually need it.
I don't have any tattoos. Not to judge those who do, but a little voice in my ear suggested I prioritize on tattooing my heart with truth, beauty and goodness; rather than superficially tattooing my outer garment.
When you finally meet your threshold/you’re tapped out.
you face that place where you just don’t know anymore.
I have done everything to find a job that will at least recognize my experience- to no avail.
But I suppose it’s either an attitude of -
They will have to pay more for experience or they won’t put up with your Bs?!
The Covid shite hasn’t really changed the worksphere- all the greedy are back and not going to think about amending their conditions. The ‘ inclusive’ tag added is a load of bullpucky. I recently had to endure an interview from-a person half my age - who asked me what was I looking for ‘ at this stage of my career’. (A job would be nice, with a living wage would be better, ta.) I had a life, and it changed suddenly and not in my favour, so now I am having to reinvent myself @ 55.
Please don’t discount me& decide I’m too old to be of service. Stop ageism.
I don’t want to be homeless.
I started to transition from male to female...but stopped, because I didn't pass...I was seen as a crossdresser or drag queen which I did not identify as....I felt more female, still on estrogen, but don't know why, I say I'm non-binary, but don't think I'm considered non-binary enough, plus I'm over 60, tall receding hairline, deep booming voice, tall, I guess I just was transitioning because I was unhappy with who I was before, I have always been kind of feminine in my mannerisms, very unattractive with my weird looking nose & buck teeth... I've always liked women, still do...I guess I'm just resigned to being a straight cis guy who loves women.
I have Netflix, but I actually prefer to watch old public domain films with a drink or two.
No family, no close friends. Have been priced out of renting in my beloved neighborhood. Where do I go? Different town, different province?