Brief intro.
Posted: Wed Oct 02, 2013 10:46 pm
Hello, my fellow comrades in suffering!
I’m new here and I realize how similar your experiences are to mine considering all the minor and major differences of circumstances, genetics and background.
I’m a 40 years old single man who is struggling somewhere in the middle (I hope) of his life trajectory. I got no wife, no kids, no boat. I work 40 hours, but sleep a lot more. My hobby was eating plain butter, therefore I gave it up. I work out compulsively instead, but it ain’t no hobby, cause it is hard, but less harmful than butter. I hate to do anything for fun unless I’m under the gun of losing vacation time, airline miles or an event that is much more difficult to handle than an escape on vacation to some far removed part of the globe. I have no support group because every relationship requires the maintenance effort that is usually beyond my scope of interest or beyond my motivation.
I tried psychoactive meds but they make me feel unrecognizable to myself as myself supposed to feel like. I tried the talk therapy, but I get sick of moralistic lecturing on the virtues of volunteering or discipline or meditation.
There are lots of things I enjoy doing when I get to do them, but only for a brief period of time and only if I get to convince myself to do what I enjoy (a losing battle more frequently than not).
That wraps it up for now.
I’m new here and I realize how similar your experiences are to mine considering all the minor and major differences of circumstances, genetics and background.
I’m a 40 years old single man who is struggling somewhere in the middle (I hope) of his life trajectory. I got no wife, no kids, no boat. I work 40 hours, but sleep a lot more. My hobby was eating plain butter, therefore I gave it up. I work out compulsively instead, but it ain’t no hobby, cause it is hard, but less harmful than butter. I hate to do anything for fun unless I’m under the gun of losing vacation time, airline miles or an event that is much more difficult to handle than an escape on vacation to some far removed part of the globe. I have no support group because every relationship requires the maintenance effort that is usually beyond my scope of interest or beyond my motivation.
I tried psychoactive meds but they make me feel unrecognizable to myself as myself supposed to feel like. I tried the talk therapy, but I get sick of moralistic lecturing on the virtues of volunteering or discipline or meditation.
There are lots of things I enjoy doing when I get to do them, but only for a brief period of time and only if I get to convince myself to do what I enjoy (a losing battle more frequently than not).
That wraps it up for now.