Dealing with depression, as the psych visits that prescribe me my anti-depressants have become too expensive for me, even with insurance. Over $200 a month in co-pay is beyond absurd. Right now I’m still on my meds, but every day I feel tired, alone, and defeated.
Meanwhile people around me are making friends, getting married, and buying houses, and there’s not enough distractions in the world to keep me from feeling worse and worse about myself whenever I think about their small fortunes. Comparing one’s self to others is a surefire way to feel like shit, and normally the anti-depressants help keep me from it. But even my girlfriend’s buying a house (we’re polyamorous, she lives with her husband) so now I can’t even think of her without feeling awful about myself, as I sit in my registered low-income, mouse-infested, studio apartment. She’s the only friend that lives close enough for me to visit, and I can’t even enjoy that.
The one good thing going for me is that the kids I work with love me. Normally, that can sustain me, but then I hear my coworkers making plans to hang out together (which I’m never invited to do) and I go back into the spiral of self-hatred that makes me wonder, “What is it about me that makes people not want to invite me?” I’m told that I’m friendly, that I’m funny, and it seems that people genuinely like me. But I’m not asked to do things. Never. What’s that about? Is there some red flag on my back that I can’t see?
So anyway, yeah. Not doing great.
Organize going out and invite them. If they all say no, go out anyway, spend a little time out, and don’t sweat it. Organize again. They will eventually both go with you and invite you to their stuff. That’s more or less how society works.
Yeah it sounds easy, but I don’t know how to do that. People always flake on me, even when I organized a birthday party a month in advance and picked a time/date that’s supposed to work for everyone and checked a week before to make sure everyone was still planning to come. I still ended up alone, until I told people on the day-of that everyone bailed, and I guess four people felt bad enough about it to come over. It felt like a literal pity party.
I’d say people are too flaky, but maybe they just don’t care about me enough. Which leads me to struggle between, “Fine, I don’t care about them either,” and “My god, I’m so lonely.”
Mid 90s here, lol, the world keeps crumbling around me and yet I have to keep building my own life up. Fortunately I can probably afford a house when I no longer fear the government may decide to seize land from people like me.
My income is below minimum wage and the feral cat I shelter may have kittens on the way
So… not great. Not great at all.
Life sucks if you lost your mojo
Grew up early enough to be screwed by a lack of understanding of mental conditions, be thought of as gifted, build no useful skillsets except how to pass tests, “follow your dreams!” Into lol no opportunities and hyper competition for what you were interested in, can’t morally have kids as both a contributor to overpopulation/carbon emissions and the existential dread + crisis they would inherit and that’s before the question of cost and their livelihood or lack thereof down the road, housing where I grew up is unattainably expensive just to live in a closet but need to live near family to support them, burnt out daily by world events before even putting work in to the equation, feel like life never got a chance to get started.
But have no personal debt and a mid-range PC so that’s cool and better than many.
You literally described my life, I wouldn’t have made a better summary.
I’m too old to be part of that group. 👴
I use a cane to walk and I’ve got a fair bit of brain damage, but I’m still working cause I’m not retirement age yet.
wearing a shirt older than my co-op I’m mentoring so… yeah…
I’m just outside those years. Guess my opinion doesn’t matter :P
That’s a different thread. Probably.
Can’t believe I’m now old enough to be lumped in with people born in the 1900s 😭.
Well, just like millennials, you’ll never be able to retire. So good for you for still being young I guess?
The 1900s are 1900-1909, like how the 1990s are between 1990-1999. No one is lumping you in with them lol
As in the century, obviously. The same way people don’t literally mean 1800-1809 when they say the 1800s
WDYM “close to 50 years old”? The 90’s were only ten years ago!
I’ll lump you better.
You are a part of group born between 300,000 BCE and 2026 CE.
Lol unc
The age brackets get more inclusive quickly
The 1900s!? 😂 That is simultaneously the funniest and most painful thing I have read today.
I often refer to things my friend did as a kid/young adult having occurred last century.
The thing is, I am still a young adult. I was only born in '04 and turned 22 a couple of months ago. Can’t believe I’m lumped in with people who are nearly 50 years old. I have nothing in common with people who are old enough to remember some type of technology called floppy disks.
As a teenager, being shown a cassette tape for the first time was a history lesson. Even being shown a rotary phone felt like looking a piece of technology from the 1800s.
The tweet is just asking: How are you and your parents? Nothing to be upset about.
You have more in common with people nearing 50 than you might want to believe. The main difference is that they’ve experienced things that you haven’t yet. But you will, sooner than you probably think.
One thing my dad always said about adulthood was “the days are long but the years are short.” And boy was he right. Now he’s an old man, I’m staring directly ahead at my 40’s, and the list of dead people I used to know continues to increase in number and velocity.
Sometimes it feels like I was 22 a few years ago but then I blinked and now I’m here.
That’s just technology. Maybe think about boomers and then consider again whether you have ‘nothing in common’ with people < 47
Someone who’s 46 is old enough to be my dad. Actually, my dad isn’t much older than that.
You still know the movies. That’s the point. No need to dick around, baby 🕺
Only because I was shown the movie on Netflix or something in like… 2020.
As an older millennial, I felt the same way when media outlets were lumping my 30-odd year old ass in with 16 year olds not even out of high school and calling us a cohort.
I wouldn’t worry too much about it.
Do one better, say it was last millennium.
I heard my hip make a pop noise earlier. It doesn’t hurt yet but I’m sure it’ll be the most painful thing I’ve heard today. And I just know it’ll be my back that paid the price.
