Published on 12, July, 2020
Several times a week I walk along the seafront where I live and drink copious amounts of rum. I talk to imaginary friends and have a good old time. I'm slowly killing myself. I'm one of the last big drinkers.
Please talk to us. We understand and want to know.******* is a deceptive thing. I suppose for some arrogant ableist I am a w*****, but I don't think this way of myself and on face value I am not. But some…
I'm not being funny but if you are drinking to excess 24/7 then how can you even function well enough to even know what a ****** is? Maybe these people are just trying to help you but you don't like what…
I worry about you sometimes, I really do. It sounds like you're struggling a bit with things. Is there anyone that can help you? Or as someone else suggested, talk with us, we are happy to help and support…
Please talk to us. We understand and want to know.******* is a deceptive thing. I suppose for some arrogant ableist I am a w*****, but I don't think this way of myself and on face value I am not. But some of those ******* could be smart educated people with a lot to give. Like you. there are a lot of talkative people in this forum. It there anything that bothers you particularly?
I feel extremely lonely. My soul isn't on the same wavelength as most people. I'm reading The Great Gatsby by Fitzgerald and that's something I can't talk to anyone about.
I hate cars and motorbikes, the noise everywhere I go, there's no peace anywhere. I tried reading my book on the beach and cars were constantly speeding past and also parking, and people getting out loudly and walking right near me, loudly, rudely. Of course I could just stay at home but then that's hardly a life is it?
I hate the consumerism of the modern world and particularly how caught up in it British people are. Independent experts agree with me on that. There is research that indicates British people are even more judgmental than the Americans about what brands you wear and which car you have.
My dad said to me I would have fitted in better in the '60s. He's probably right on the whole. I've read Nausea by Sartre and The Outsider by Camus, books that were in vogue at the time. I prefer the spirit of the music of that time, even if it wasn't always that good musically. There's plenty of good music about now but the feeling in it is often more aggressive and harsh than what music used to be. Especially the grime some young people are listening to now. It's really bleak and violent.
I have no real friends. Only people who've kept me around for their own convenience. I know a woman who is friends with me because she wanted to be my girlfriend years ago and probably still likes me, but she isn't interest at all in anything I am except disability awareness. I can't seem to find anyone to talk to who had a broad range of interests and is polite and easy to talk to.