The following are basically a series of “I” statements that I only apply to myself. If you happen to empathize with some or all of them, then…Well, “hello”.
*Not everyone has a family.*
I exist in a psychological and physical fear (terror) when it comes to coping with the outside world.
I remain in a self-imposed trap in a decent heavily government-subsidized apartment, in a seemingly okay neighborhood for which I am “intellectually” grateful.
I am “intellectually” grateful to have access to a plethora of free food if/when I can get out of my own way to go out, acquire legally and bring it back to my illusion of safety in which I reside (then sterilize it and myself as best I can).
I am very well aware that other people paying taxes and whatnot are supporting my intellectually grateful but emotionally ungrateful existence.
I am very well aware that others who actually have the desire to continue onward, as well as the wherewithal to do so, definitely could benefit from the resources that I receive.
I haven’t any career or creative ambitions what-so-ever.
I just want to be loved for any of this to be the least bit worth sticking around.
“Loving myself” is not anywhere near any kind of an excuse to stick around.
Being loaded up on different medications has only served to “sometimes” enable me to be “somewhat complacent in my cave.”
My being amongst and/or interacting with people, in general, has either been far too confusing or far beyond utterly exhausting for me.
I’m only conveying this because I haven’t been to this community in quite a while and figured, “why not?”
This is the truth in which I dwell.
I’m still a nice guy, just existing in a temporary scenario where “temporary” is the majority of my experience.
Good luck to you all… Sincerely.
Thanks for reading, I guess.