Yatagarasu
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If you are in your 20s you will still be able to manage. Around age 30, it becomes so much worse. Maybe you made the mistake of chasing your dreams a little too long, avoiding the previously mentioned shackles of responsibility. It was easy to ignore the nagging voice at the back of your head, saying that everyone your age are established in careers, buying houses, starting families.
But not you, because you thought there was a slight glimmer of hope that you were destined for something better. You always had an inkling that your chance of having a relationship was slim, but maybe you could succeed in other aspects of life.
“Just focus on yourself” they said. “The right one will come along”...Yet here you are at 30, and you have nothing to show for it. Your novel is a tangled mess of plotlines and flat characters.
You just got passed over for a promotion at work, so you consider maybe getting more education. Yet the idea of going back to college, being surrounded by youth and ambition, depresses you.
The little dreams are still there - you can hit the gym and get fit, you can buy that dream car, learn a foreign language, improve your wardrobe, you can travel. But why bother? Who will you share your pleasures with? No one has time for you anymore, they're all busy with their spouses and family and careers.
You're just a lonely unattractive man slapping bandaids on a gaping wound of failure, picking through the leftovers of the more successful. You're only getting a promotion if someone better than you doesn't want it. You kill trends by adopting them. You’re an extra in the movie of your own life.
You're not in any position to waste time and money on fun anymore. You look back at the last 30 years and see how fast they flew - the next thirty are coming even faster. And as the hands on the clock tick one second closer to your death, the reality sets in:
You’ll never be the object of a female’s erotic desire.
You’ll never have a deep conversation with a partner who loves you as much as you love them.
You’ll never hold your sick gf’s hair back while she throws up at 2AM.
You’ll never have a chance to share your favorite hobbies with a daughter.
You’ll never share inside jokes via text with your wife that always cause both of you to audibly chuckle.
You will NEVER write a post-it note in your son’s lunch that simply says “I love you, Champ. -Dad”.
You’ll never sit on the porch with your wife and sip lemonade, her head on your shoulder while watching the sun set as the kids run through the lawn sprinkler laughing and smiling.
You’ll never have grandkids that stop by on random afternoons “just to say hi and see how you’re doing”.
Retirement is expensive and you realize with a sinking heart that the "nevers" never stop, they only become more painful.
But not you, because you thought there was a slight glimmer of hope that you were destined for something better. You always had an inkling that your chance of having a relationship was slim, but maybe you could succeed in other aspects of life.
“Just focus on yourself” they said. “The right one will come along”...Yet here you are at 30, and you have nothing to show for it. Your novel is a tangled mess of plotlines and flat characters.
You just got passed over for a promotion at work, so you consider maybe getting more education. Yet the idea of going back to college, being surrounded by youth and ambition, depresses you.
The little dreams are still there - you can hit the gym and get fit, you can buy that dream car, learn a foreign language, improve your wardrobe, you can travel. But why bother? Who will you share your pleasures with? No one has time for you anymore, they're all busy with their spouses and family and careers.
You're just a lonely unattractive man slapping bandaids on a gaping wound of failure, picking through the leftovers of the more successful. You're only getting a promotion if someone better than you doesn't want it. You kill trends by adopting them. You’re an extra in the movie of your own life.
You're not in any position to waste time and money on fun anymore. You look back at the last 30 years and see how fast they flew - the next thirty are coming even faster. And as the hands on the clock tick one second closer to your death, the reality sets in:
You’ll never be the object of a female’s erotic desire.
You’ll never have a deep conversation with a partner who loves you as much as you love them.
You’ll never hold your sick gf’s hair back while she throws up at 2AM.
You’ll never have a chance to share your favorite hobbies with a daughter.
You’ll never share inside jokes via text with your wife that always cause both of you to audibly chuckle.
You will NEVER write a post-it note in your son’s lunch that simply says “I love you, Champ. -Dad”.
You’ll never sit on the porch with your wife and sip lemonade, her head on your shoulder while watching the sun set as the kids run through the lawn sprinkler laughing and smiling.
You’ll never have grandkids that stop by on random afternoons “just to say hi and see how you’re doing”.
Retirement is expensive and you realize with a sinking heart that the "nevers" never stop, they only become more painful.
