TourdeForce24
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Have you guys ever tried to break down your life along the terms of your accomplishments, social status, professional status, and relationship status?
When I examine my life closer and attempt to explain it in a concise paragraph or two, it sounds absolutely pathetic.
TourdeForce24, college graduate and current mortgage broker, works in a retail lending branch from 9:30AM in the morning to 8:00PM at night. He commutes to and from work in his late model Hyundai Elantra on a major United States highway. His drive time typically averages one hour each way, though sometimes when the weather is a little foul he can spend an hour and a half in the driver's seat. His work is tedious and stressful, and he has a steady stream of pressure being laid on him to produce sales from brainless superiors. He spends at least 65% of his day on the phone as a telemarketer, and he hates this part of his job with a passion because it makes him feel like a loser in a boiler room atmosphere. Most of his life is spent either working at his job or traveling to it. The weekends become more about recovering strength than enjoying life.
While he often has the weekends to himself, he has no significant friends or female companions with whom to spend them with. Every female he has tried to befriend or make advances towards in the past two years has rejected his efforts or led him on. He has had to acquire the services of an "escort" twice in this time frame just to stop himself from going insane. Women under the age of thirty don't even seem to know he exists. His once strong physical body is detoriating behind a gray cubicle. This former collegiate athlete now doesn't even have the time to take a twenty minute jog, and he has put on twenty pounds in the eight months he has been out of college and fully employed. Women who used to turn around and stare at him with dropped jaws as he walked by (during the ages of 16-21 and this is no exaggeration) now don't even take an initial glance ( or if they do they turn away quickly or ignore me altogether). His receded hairline of a fifty year old man doesn't help.
TourdeForce24 has experienced an aggressive case of hairloss ever since his 21st year of life; at his current pace he fully expects to be a NW5 by the age of 25 (he's 24 and currently a diffuse Norwood 3). He has no prospects in the relationship department, and he doesn't even know where to begin to get them. All of his friends have either abandoned him or moved away in the last two years, and he has never felt more lonely, bald, or self conscious before in his life.
Pretty sad when you break it down like this, isn't it? I don't even recognize myself sometimes. I went from being a fit, tan, blonde lean guy dating a beautiful exotic Hispanic girlfriend who loved to give me head practically everytime I saw her to a chubby, pale, balding, lonely, person who can't even get a girl to make out with him let alone have sex with him in the span of two years. It just doesn't seem fair. Will I ever be the person I was again? It's like I have to learn to be someone else; it's like I've been treated to someone else's sh*t life. I was supposed to be a winner. Now look at me. A loser. Yeah, I might make money, but what is it doing for me? My youth has been stripped away, and I'll never get it back. I don't even know what I like or dislike anymore. I feel mentally and physically ill, and my depression is kicking into overdrive. I don't even know what the hell I'm on this planet for? I'm useless!!!! I can't even remember the last time I was truly and utterly happy in the last 2-3 years. Sure, I make jokes and laugh at the expense of others, but am I truly happy? I'm talking perfectly content within yourself happy. The last time I felt that was when I was holding the aforementioned Spanish girl in my arms after we had just made love for two hours and she told me she couldnt picture herself with anyone else besides me ever. External forces and the jealousy of others ripped us apart forever, and I now I must deal with this forever. I am a cursed man, and I cannot shake this black cloud. I need to find the penance to release me from this burden, because I can't take it anymore. This cloud follows my social, personal, and professional life, and if I don't find a way to get rid of it I feel I may never live the life I was supposed to. If I died right now, the only people who would give a sh*t are my parents and extended families (and even the majority of the people in the extended families might not even really care- they would only pretend to). Someone release me from the shackles of sexual, physical, and mental frustration!!! Help me to find the carefree, jovial person that had a zest for life that was! Help me to live life and to find the things that excite me again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When I examine my life closer and attempt to explain it in a concise paragraph or two, it sounds absolutely pathetic.
TourdeForce24, college graduate and current mortgage broker, works in a retail lending branch from 9:30AM in the morning to 8:00PM at night. He commutes to and from work in his late model Hyundai Elantra on a major United States highway. His drive time typically averages one hour each way, though sometimes when the weather is a little foul he can spend an hour and a half in the driver's seat. His work is tedious and stressful, and he has a steady stream of pressure being laid on him to produce sales from brainless superiors. He spends at least 65% of his day on the phone as a telemarketer, and he hates this part of his job with a passion because it makes him feel like a loser in a boiler room atmosphere. Most of his life is spent either working at his job or traveling to it. The weekends become more about recovering strength than enjoying life.
While he often has the weekends to himself, he has no significant friends or female companions with whom to spend them with. Every female he has tried to befriend or make advances towards in the past two years has rejected his efforts or led him on. He has had to acquire the services of an "escort" twice in this time frame just to stop himself from going insane. Women under the age of thirty don't even seem to know he exists. His once strong physical body is detoriating behind a gray cubicle. This former collegiate athlete now doesn't even have the time to take a twenty minute jog, and he has put on twenty pounds in the eight months he has been out of college and fully employed. Women who used to turn around and stare at him with dropped jaws as he walked by (during the ages of 16-21 and this is no exaggeration) now don't even take an initial glance ( or if they do they turn away quickly or ignore me altogether). His receded hairline of a fifty year old man doesn't help.
TourdeForce24 has experienced an aggressive case of hairloss ever since his 21st year of life; at his current pace he fully expects to be a NW5 by the age of 25 (he's 24 and currently a diffuse Norwood 3). He has no prospects in the relationship department, and he doesn't even know where to begin to get them. All of his friends have either abandoned him or moved away in the last two years, and he has never felt more lonely, bald, or self conscious before in his life.
Pretty sad when you break it down like this, isn't it? I don't even recognize myself sometimes. I went from being a fit, tan, blonde lean guy dating a beautiful exotic Hispanic girlfriend who loved to give me head practically everytime I saw her to a chubby, pale, balding, lonely, person who can't even get a girl to make out with him let alone have sex with him in the span of two years. It just doesn't seem fair. Will I ever be the person I was again? It's like I have to learn to be someone else; it's like I've been treated to someone else's sh*t life. I was supposed to be a winner. Now look at me. A loser. Yeah, I might make money, but what is it doing for me? My youth has been stripped away, and I'll never get it back. I don't even know what I like or dislike anymore. I feel mentally and physically ill, and my depression is kicking into overdrive. I don't even know what the hell I'm on this planet for? I'm useless!!!! I can't even remember the last time I was truly and utterly happy in the last 2-3 years. Sure, I make jokes and laugh at the expense of others, but am I truly happy? I'm talking perfectly content within yourself happy. The last time I felt that was when I was holding the aforementioned Spanish girl in my arms after we had just made love for two hours and she told me she couldnt picture herself with anyone else besides me ever. External forces and the jealousy of others ripped us apart forever, and I now I must deal with this forever. I am a cursed man, and I cannot shake this black cloud. I need to find the penance to release me from this burden, because I can't take it anymore. This cloud follows my social, personal, and professional life, and if I don't find a way to get rid of it I feel I may never live the life I was supposed to. If I died right now, the only people who would give a sh*t are my parents and extended families (and even the majority of the people in the extended families might not even really care- they would only pretend to). Someone release me from the shackles of sexual, physical, and mental frustration!!! Help me to find the carefree, jovial person that had a zest for life that was! Help me to live life and to find the things that excite me again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!