I want to know….all kinds of things…I WANT TO KNOW why the laws of the Universe dictated that I couldn't have a lovely wife & beautiful children by my side like over 90% of the people I know in my life all have, when that's EXACTLY WHAT I WANTED TOO, exactly where I thought I'd end up eventually, just like everyone else, no matter how lost & aimless I felt when I was nyounger while in comparison seemingly all of my peers that I grew up with were brimming with self-confidence, seemingly had SOME kind of idea where they were going and how they were going to get there….I wANT TO KNOW, I REALLY WANT TO FREAKING KNOW why the Hell did I HAVE to be the one to veer "off course" on the path of life, while everyone got to stay on it???.. (And tohell with that "I was just-meant-to-march-to-the-beat-of-a-different-drummer" bs– NEVER asked for that, and if I'm supposed to embrace it, well….I DON'T)…I WANT TO KNOW why I have to be tormented with relentlessly feeling infereior and so freaking sad and angry because of it(although give me anger over sadness ANY DAY if I HAVE to choose one) if I really have to be stuck on this veered-off course???…

WHY, TELL ME FREAKING WHY I can't handle it–the whole being at the age I am and being stuck in singlehood–like my friends Dave and Tommy can???( Why, I'll tell you why: because for THEM, it's a freaking choice that they're contenct with, whereas with me, I feel like it's a decision that was decided for me by the Laws of the Universe. THAT'S the answer to THAT one!)….I WANT TO KNOW WHY I have to feel sad & ashamed & angry every time I'm at a family gathering and hear somone asking someone else "How's work going?",or "Where are you working these days?", and they can't/don't/won't ask me because they know I'm the Strange One(or maybe simply a lazy bum in the eyes of some?)who's not working because I had some kind of "breakdown", or in the rare cases where they don't know of my situation ahead of time, they actually DO ask me, and I have to scramble for whatever bs answer I can come up with at thet top of my head because I obviously can't tell them the truth…And not only that, I get the idea that the not-having-a-job-thing thing somehow makes me less desirable to interact with socially,,,makes it one less thing that I'm not able to be sociable with people about, and for someone who's not exactly at the top of his game in terms of social skills, THAT MAKES THINGS THAT MUCH MORE difficult!….

I want to know why my nieces and nephews are so much more drawn to to my brother at family gatherings than they are to me–am I THAT much less interering than him??? That much more socially awkward or whatever???? Is he THAT much more charismatic and easier to talk to and likeable, and am I really lacking THAT much in those areas, and again, why the hell do I have to feel so sad and frustrated about it all the freaking time???

On top of all this, I'm goingto be in a hole in terms of paying my rent AGAIN this weekend…Once again, I won't have all of it; once again, I'll probably be able to only give them half of it(that is, assumingI'll get the extra help from the person who has been helping me pay some of my rent each month while my life is currently in the tailspin that it is in, a foolish assumption to make since she wasn't able to give me the usual amount that she gives me last month)than the additional half PLUS A FREAKING $125 late fee 2 weeks later when I get my disability check…and I'm so angry and worried about it…

I keep repeating the mantra over and over again to myself: "If I keep trying, good things will happen"….So I started exercising again for the first time in three years when I had my initial breakdown–does that not count as an example of trying? I decided to go back to school in an effort to finally get an associate's degree to better my long-term job prospects(assuming that there will be a time that I'll finally feel mentally competent enough to join the workforce again eventually); is THAT not an example of trying???….I guess it's still not trying hard enough…I'd like to think that going to a voc rehab counselor in an effort to at least see if we can find me a part-time job for the time being that I might be able to handle, I'd like to think that THAT is an example of trying too…but I guess not hard enough, like I said, and the meeting with the voc rehab counselor & a job-placement person of some sort tomorrow will no doubt be a waste of time….So I'm trying not to get discouraged that I AM trying, and good results are not occuring–and hey, all I ask for right now as far as anything "good" occuring is that I DON'T GET INTO FREAKING SITUATAIONS LIKE THESE WITH MY RENT PREDICAMENT!!!! Is that asking for too much?!?!? I guess that it is…

And I'm furious and sad that it's at a point where I have to impose restrictions on myself in terms of driving because it's getting to the point that there is very little money I can afford to spend on gas each week, furious and sad that that will include not being able to drive to Columbia(MO) this weekend to see my beloved Missouri Tigers football team play even though a free ticket is available to me, furious and sad that I won't be able to afford to buy a ticket to the big game vs. Alabama the following weekend while all my friends who have the luxury to afford to buy tickets to that game–even at the ridiculously high price that they are going for–are all going, some even coming in from out of town(and never mind that most of said-friends are people who just got on the bandwagon in recent years when the team got better while I stuck with them even during the bad years–don't get me started on THAT)…furious and sad that a cute girl has sought me out on Facebook and apparently is interested in meeting me, furious and sad because there is no way in hell that if she got to know the "real" me in terms of where I am in my life right now that there is no way in hell that she'd be interested in meeting me, so I'm furious and sad that I have to be denied that opportunity(and btw, if anyone actually is reading this, any ideas on what to tell her as to why I can't get let her get to know me, why we can't get together for a drink, etc. would be gladly considered–as of now, I'm thinking that I'll probably just not give her any kind of response at all; that realistically might be the best thing to do I suppose, unfortunately)