Sorry GrandpaGargantuan, I can’t really commiserate with you because I don’t seem to share the good fortune of having any of your daily struggles. I’m not stuck indoors and isolated, I’m not constantly battling self loathing over being overweight, I’m not worrying about ED or navigating the complicated world of involuntary celibacy, I live in a peaceful environment, and I don’t spend my days analyzing noise levels, bed sheets, treadmills, or whatever the latest crisis happens to be. It seems like every day brings a new emergency for you. One day it is health, the next it is boredom, the next it is figuring out where to go or what problem needs solving. Now you are even contemplating humping the backs of some whales along the Atlantic. At this point it is hard to tell whether these are personal struggles or just a very unwitting creative writing exercise. Meanwhile, I’m doing alright. Life is pever nerfect, but I’m getting it done. Of course, there is nothing wrong with being a mess. Some people are actually very committed to it. They turn it into a full time hobby and document the process for everyone else. That said, I think your current situation might require something beyond another thirty page forum dissertation. Perhaps some serious intervention. Maybe an industrial sized bottle of Viagra, a party sized jar of KY, and a one way bus ticket to Soi 6 Pattaya might finally resolve a few of these long standing conundrums. At the very least, it would give you some new material for your next whingeing topic.
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