Everybody experiences adversity in their lives. No one ends up dying of old age without knowing pain and hardship. Most people seem to have at least something in their lives that brings them enough joy and contentment that life is worth living in spite of the pain and hardship that is an inherent part of existence.
When someone is experiencing intense suffering that seems like it'll never end, and they don't have anything that brings them enough joy or contentment to make life worth living in spite of that ongoing suffering, the value proposition of life collapses. If significant enough joy or contentment to make the value proposition of life coherent is not achievable for this individual, they may have nothing significant to look forward to except the day they no longer exist.
To be honest, I hate living in this world under these circumstances. I've experienced extreme anguish, discontentment, despair and psychogical torture in ways I don't expect anyone else to ever truly understand, all while having nothing to make it all worthwhile. I've experienced kinds of personal tragedies and trauma that no one else would even believe, let alone be able to empathise with. The one thing that I've always wanted from life has been kept out of my reach in ways that feel cruelly contrived, and most people don't have to miss out on it like I have, so I'm an outlier in an incredibly upsetting way.
People tend to not want to accept this reality (and I understand why, but it is the reality nonetheless), but for my life, finally getting to have a committed, compatible romantic partner would make all the difference between life being something to be endured vs life being something to be enjoyed. I've had to put up with romantic deprivation, the resulting ongoing unresolvable grief, triggering normative reminders of what I'm missing out on, narrowing reward pathways and being misunderstood by others for far, far too long. A romantic relationship with a compatible woman is the only thing that could resolve some of my grief, bring me enough joy and contentment to be enthused about life and bring my other reward pathways back online. I'm kind of like a male sleeping beauty.
As it stands, I don't really feel anything for anyone. My mother is the closest relationship I have, and even there I have mixed feelings. She prioritised keeping me safe in childhood and modelling virtuous values, but she completely failed at preparing me for adult life, helping me develop the skills I needed or focusing on my future and future needs. I developed amblyopia/strabismus (lazy eye) as a young child. The optometrist told us that I needed to wear an eyepatch on my good eye in order for my bad eye to develop properly. My mother would sometimes randomly ask me to wear the eyepatch while I was watching TV, which of course being a young child who couldn't fully grasp the consequences of not doing so, I declined. When I declined, she wasn't insistent, she would just give up. I ended up aging past the developmental window without wearing the eyepatch anywhere near enough. I am legally blind in my bad eye today, all because my mother was not insistent enough that I wear that eyepatch. My mum can offer emotional support at times, but when the stakes are high and I need more than emotional support, I'm on my own. That's pretty much the way it's always been.
My father didn't enter the picture until I was in my mid teens. I specifically asked him about girls multiple times and told him I was struggling, and all he had was one-sentence responses for me. Either he didn't care enough to help me, or he actually didn't have any advice to give me. When I realised that my life has very likely been significantly more difficult and less rewarding as a result of not having an invested male role-model while growing up, I cut what little contact I had with my father off and told him exactly what I thought of him. I don't respect him as a father, and there is nothing he can do for me now.
My life has effectively been shaped by absence. Absence of parental scaffolding and guidance. Father/male role-model absence during childhood. Absence of romantic relationships. Absence of adequate help and support for my difficulties. And now, absence of anything that could offer contentment or make me feel alive except one thing that I don't have full control over getting, and where I experience compounding disadvantages as it relates to getting it.
Now, I spend the bulk of my free time in bed alternating between scrolling on social media, perusing forums and watching youtube videos. It seems that nothing I can do is going to actually get me what I want, so minimal reward begets minimal effort. I've put on a lot of weight such that I don't feel confident with my body, so I've tried to cut down on the sugar, but it hasn't been sustainable. I'm addicted to UberEats because I don't have the experience or frankly the motivation to cook, and sugar is one of my very few reliable sources of reward. It doesn't help that I live with my mum and she doesn't cook either and also just orders UberEats for meals. I resent that what has been modelled for me by my mother is staying home, ordering food and smoking a lot of weed (which I can't even do myself anymore due to something horrible that happened to me). It's really frustrating that all of the behavioural modelling that I've been given from my mother consists of is bad habits that need to be overcome and don't contribute positively to my life in any way, all while the only thing that is s central motivator/grief alleviator appears like it will remain out of reach for the forseeable future no matter what I do.
I don't know what I'm expecting from this post. The likelihood that I'll receive applicable life-changing advice is low. Hopefully at the very least people understand and appreciate where I'm coming from.
When someone is experiencing intense suffering that seems like it'll never end, and they don't have anything that brings them enough joy or contentment to make life worth living in spite of that ongoing suffering, the value proposition of life collapses. If significant enough joy or contentment to make the value proposition of life coherent is not achievable for this individual, they may have nothing significant to look forward to except the day they no longer exist.
To be honest, I hate living in this world under these circumstances. I've experienced extreme anguish, discontentment, despair and psychogical torture in ways I don't expect anyone else to ever truly understand, all while having nothing to make it all worthwhile. I've experienced kinds of personal tragedies and trauma that no one else would even believe, let alone be able to empathise with. The one thing that I've always wanted from life has been kept out of my reach in ways that feel cruelly contrived, and most people don't have to miss out on it like I have, so I'm an outlier in an incredibly upsetting way.
People tend to not want to accept this reality (and I understand why, but it is the reality nonetheless), but for my life, finally getting to have a committed, compatible romantic partner would make all the difference between life being something to be endured vs life being something to be enjoyed. I've had to put up with romantic deprivation, the resulting ongoing unresolvable grief, triggering normative reminders of what I'm missing out on, narrowing reward pathways and being misunderstood by others for far, far too long. A romantic relationship with a compatible woman is the only thing that could resolve some of my grief, bring me enough joy and contentment to be enthused about life and bring my other reward pathways back online. I'm kind of like a male sleeping beauty.
As it stands, I don't really feel anything for anyone. My mother is the closest relationship I have, and even there I have mixed feelings. She prioritised keeping me safe in childhood and modelling virtuous values, but she completely failed at preparing me for adult life, helping me develop the skills I needed or focusing on my future and future needs. I developed amblyopia/strabismus (lazy eye) as a young child. The optometrist told us that I needed to wear an eyepatch on my good eye in order for my bad eye to develop properly. My mother would sometimes randomly ask me to wear the eyepatch while I was watching TV, which of course being a young child who couldn't fully grasp the consequences of not doing so, I declined. When I declined, she wasn't insistent, she would just give up. I ended up aging past the developmental window without wearing the eyepatch anywhere near enough. I am legally blind in my bad eye today, all because my mother was not insistent enough that I wear that eyepatch. My mum can offer emotional support at times, but when the stakes are high and I need more than emotional support, I'm on my own. That's pretty much the way it's always been.
My father didn't enter the picture until I was in my mid teens. I specifically asked him about girls multiple times and told him I was struggling, and all he had was one-sentence responses for me. Either he didn't care enough to help me, or he actually didn't have any advice to give me. When I realised that my life has very likely been significantly more difficult and less rewarding as a result of not having an invested male role-model while growing up, I cut what little contact I had with my father off and told him exactly what I thought of him. I don't respect him as a father, and there is nothing he can do for me now.
My life has effectively been shaped by absence. Absence of parental scaffolding and guidance. Father/male role-model absence during childhood. Absence of romantic relationships. Absence of adequate help and support for my difficulties. And now, absence of anything that could offer contentment or make me feel alive except one thing that I don't have full control over getting, and where I experience compounding disadvantages as it relates to getting it.
Now, I spend the bulk of my free time in bed alternating between scrolling on social media, perusing forums and watching youtube videos. It seems that nothing I can do is going to actually get me what I want, so minimal reward begets minimal effort. I've put on a lot of weight such that I don't feel confident with my body, so I've tried to cut down on the sugar, but it hasn't been sustainable. I'm addicted to UberEats because I don't have the experience or frankly the motivation to cook, and sugar is one of my very few reliable sources of reward. It doesn't help that I live with my mum and she doesn't cook either and also just orders UberEats for meals. I resent that what has been modelled for me by my mother is staying home, ordering food and smoking a lot of weed (which I can't even do myself anymore due to something horrible that happened to me). It's really frustrating that all of the behavioural modelling that I've been given from my mother consists of is bad habits that need to be overcome and don't contribute positively to my life in any way, all while the only thing that is s central motivator/grief alleviator appears like it will remain out of reach for the forseeable future no matter what I do.
I don't know what I'm expecting from this post. The likelihood that I'll receive applicable life-changing advice is low. Hopefully at the very least people understand and appreciate where I'm coming from.