I'm not entirely sure why I'm writing this. I guess I'm just enough of a narcissist to gut myself in a semi-anonymous public forum, as if that is a reasonably way for one to express their feelings. Twitter feels like social vomit to me, and yet I'm going to serve up my personal feelings to a bunch of strangers because ...something. I fully expect to be mocked for this, and I'm almost certain that I deserve it on some level. The only reason I'm actually still typing is that I'm not sure what else to do with all of these thoughts.
Anyway. Not looking for pity, or even for some sort of constructive answer. I guess I'm just making noise for the sake of being heard. Blah blah blah my existence, and all that rot.
I'm in a place right now, where I'm not sure that anyone is capable of actually giving a damn.
See, I used to make a pretty solid amount of money as a GameStop manager. I was one of the fastest promoted and youngest in my region, with some of the best sales performance in the company, and Loss Prevention was asking me to write articles about how to keep track of inventory. A regional manager asked me to train other stores, and they offered to pay me to move to another state to help run a district on my way up the ladder. Before any of that happened, I had a stroke.
See, I didn't succeed by magic or talent or whatever. I just lived at work. I worked obscene hours, and when I wasn't working I was thinking about working. Eventually, the pressure I put on myself caused me to blow a neurological fuse. It wasn't anyone's fault but mine, in the end.
I had friends--almost entirely from work--and had grown close with many of them. When I had lots of money and could get you a promotion, I was a popular guy. I didn't try to make shallow friendships, but I did make the mistake of believing they were genuine.
Virtually all of them disappeared once I lost my job.
The next several years were a blur of doctor visits, therapy, and fighting with the amazing US healthcare system. What friends I had outside of work, or people I befriended during my relatively new fascination with table-top RPGs, didn't stick around. I can't travel very easily, and I can't party very hard, and so I understand that they almost certainly had more entertaining alternatives.
I tried--from the very first few people gravitating toward me at work, all the way until now, and even as a kid--to genuinely try and give people my best. I've taken several people into my home when they were evicted/broke/whatever over the years, I've tried not to ask too much of anyone, and I've always been the guy someone can call at 3am because they needed someone to talk to or whatever. I'm not saying this to paint myself as some sort of perfect individual, I was just raised to treat people you cared about like family.
I had two pretty solid long-term friends remaining. One of them eloped without telling me beforehand, then decided to stay and live in the city they went to. The second got a girlfriend a few months ago, and she doesn't like him hanging out with his 'old friends'. (she prefers them both to just hang out with hers) He's obsessed with her, and so has put up very little struggle. He stopped by for an hour the other day--first time I'd seen him in weeks--and the whole time kept checking to see if she'd texted him to say he needed to come home. Except for him calling to ask how to cook something for dinner for her, he has been exclusively attached to her hip. C'est la vie I guess. He's certainly not the first guy to lose his shit over a woman.
I just want someone, anyone, who I can talk to on a regular basis. Maybe has similar interests (gaming, writing, history, tabletop RPGs, general geekery). Someone who is willing to be the sort of friend I'm willing to be, I guess. Hell, most nights I'd settle for a non-hostile voice in a PlanetSide 2 squad. :P
I'm not sure that person exists. Either that, or I have some sort of crippling personality flaw to which I am somehow completely oblivious. (I have plenty of flaws, but I like to think I'm self-aware enough to know what they are.)
I'm just tired of people who only seem to hang around if they need something from me.
Anyway. There's my text-based emotional diarrhea. I'm pretty sure I have abdicated any remaining virtual dignity at this point, but now it's not buzzing around in my head. Maybe that's why people do this sort of thing. All I know is that while I don't feel any better about it, the room finally seems quiet enough to sleep in.
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