Well I am pushing 50 this year and I am still a virgin and no friends. And not by choice either. I still today am being treated as if I was worse than Freddy Kruger (in the looks department). I'm still living with my almost 80 year old mother because I can't be seen in public. I will never have a child of my own which I had always wanted since I played with dolls in the 60's and 70's and I am now going through menopause. God most especially hates me. I started realizing it during my 20's in the 80's. I was still young enough so I tried to hang on. Even in my 30's during the 90's, I still tried to hang on and as well during the 2000 decade during most of my 40's. But now with me turning 50 this year? That is it. I had enough. I am tired, angry, bitter, disgusted. I still break down in tears which I mostly always only did before. But now I don't even care anymore. I'm feeling more hatred now because I am getting too old and it is too late for me. So now being half a damn century old and I am still in the same situation? What is the point of me being alive in the first place. Nothing. There is plenty more to say but with that so far I have mentioned, pretty much sums up right now how I feel. | |
yes, it does suck.
I am 52 now and I have no family here.
my parents are gone and I feel no need to exist.
I have talent, well. so I was told since I have a ph.D
in physics. yet I see no meaning of this lie.
This might sound a bit humorous or demeaning, depending upon your state of mind at the time of reading. How about a someone who is blind? Think about it they are less likely to be swayed by your outward appearances and more interested in who you are on the inside.
So, from time to time God gets his gin on, and then remember back when you used to get stoned and put Mr. Potato Head's ear in the nose hole, and used the lips that were waaay too big and put the hand in the head hole? Well..God does that shit too. It doesn't happen often, but in your case, well, that's what happened. So, there's not much you can do about it.
Your poor mom must have it rough though. Her old biddy friends try to set up their ugly sons who are not married and they always ask, "What's she look like mom?" , and then she's like, "Well...she's a great dancer" .." I KNOW MOM, BUT WHAT'S SHE LOOK LIKE??!!" , "Well son, she is one of the most interesting people I've ever spoken with!"
...so you see the disconnect here? There's all these uggers out there for you but the moms can't seem to get it right. And the bad thing is there's no way to really get it wrong. They could lie and say you're more beautiful than cleopatra as played by Elizabeth Taylor, and then your dance card would be full, and they'd get there and you'd be butt ugly, but then they'd be like "Well...I'm tired of playing the meatwhistle, and she does have a pussy...soooo..." and then you'd be getting it all the time. Or, they could tell the truth, like I would and say , "Oh, she's as ugly as a bag full of assholes" , and then their son would be like "Well...I'm tired of playing the meatwhistle, and nothing could be uglier than a bag full of assholes, so I'll go on the date and unload in her"
...either way you'd be getting some, and I've heard of people in their late 50's having little assmonkies, so you still got time to have your own ugly little child.
see?? Happy happy joy joy!!!
You're welcome, anus face!
You may very well never have a boyfriend/husband -- but since thinking about it is making you miserable, it probably be a good idea to redirect your thoughts to something else ?
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