Do you ever get the feeling that you’re just sort of waiting for the next “major” thing to happen in your life, and that you’re unsure exactly how you might go about triggering such a thing, if indeed it is trigger-able?
I feel this quite a lot. It’s disconcerting. It’s like a constant sense that I should be doing something, but I have no idea what. It’s a feeling of unease that creeps up on me and whispers “Don’t you think you should…” and then trails off before saying the important part of the sentence. It is, in short, just a general feeling of discontent.
Considering the situation rationally, I’m not sure I have any real reason to feel like this. I have a comfortable living situation, a good job, a loving wife and two wonderful cats. I have an enormous video game collection, likely more than enough to see me entertained until my dying day. I have creative outlets in the form of this blog, my website MoeGamer and my YouTube channel.
And yet something still doesn’t feel quite right. I am dissatisfied. I am restless. And I think a significant part of my reason for feeling like this is plain ol’ loneliness. While the aforementioned wife and cats are wonderful company on a daily basis, I do mourn past eras of my life when social activities feel like they came a bit more naturally and easily.
Going to a friend’s house after school. Dropping by the coffee shop on the way to lectures with a university friend (and sometimes not quite getting around to leaving the coffee shop for said lecture). Evenings spent couch-surfing between numerous different friends’ houses because my own house was a significant distance from where everyone else I knew. Habitually dropping by Hoffers Bakery for a roll and a cake, then settling in for an afternoon of multiplayer N64. Weekly board game sessions. Going out, like, anywhere.
All of those are things that are well and truly in the past, and were already going that way before COVID hit — and once COVID did hit, nothing ever really recovered. I’ve seen the people who are supposedly my closest friends maybe three or four times in the last few years. There are people online with whom I used to be extremely close that I can’t remember the last time I heard from. There are people that I once thought would be “lifelong friends” that I feel have probably forgotten about me.
At least some of the blame for this can be laid at my own feet, of course. But honestly, my own efforts in these regards tailing off stemmed from growing frustration that I would often want to do something fun with people I liked, and for one reason or another, it seemed like that was never possible. Scheduling conflicts. Family commitments. Illness. Simply not being arsed. I got to a point where I felt like I was putting in effort that wasn’t being reciprocated proportionally, and it just didn’t feel worth it any more. That, in turn, did a number of my self-confidence, meaning that more often than not my brain just doesn’t want to let me try and reach out to people for fear of them just rejecting me — or worse — once again.
As such, the end result of all this is a 43 year old man sitting in front of his computer in the dark typing about how he feels lonely to the maybe 5-10 people who still actually bother to read this site. Admitting you were lonely amounted to social suicide in my teenage years — you were a “Larry” (for “Larry Loner”) — but now, it feels like an increasingly inevitable part of life in 2024. And it sucks.
I think that, more than anything, is why I’m dissatisfied. I want that “next thing”, that amorphous “major event” in my life, to be the end of this horrible loneliness. But at this point, I simply don’t really know how to make that happen.
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