Something occured to me recently, now that I've picked myself out of another bad bout with depression this past weekend:
I'm a very lonely person.
I don't mean that in the just the jokingly "forever alone" kind way, but I mean truly lonely and constantly feeling like it's just me.
What's worse, and this is where the realization comes in, is that I brought (or constantly bring) it on myself. Almost all of my activities are things for myself, from reading to mindlessly surfing the net for far too long, to single player video games. The thing is, I've spent so much time by myself for years and years that I've just become accustomed to it.
I was chatting with Nourah earlier tonight and she said I was like that, even when we were dating. I admitted that I tend to just sort of live in my own world most of the time, to which she agreed.
The problem is, as I said, I've lived like this...in my own world...for far too long that I really don't know anything else. It's not that I can't be social. In fact, I'd like to think I'm a nice guy in real life, with a quick wit and smile, yadda yadda. It's not that I'm entirely anti-social. Thanks to my far too long life working in customer service, I've become the king of small talk.
It's just...well, for one, I don't really keep in good contact with people around me. I've realized that it's because I want to feel wanted. I don't usually invite people because it's either a) fear of reject that they're already busy (and most times, they are) or b) that I just want to feel included.
I'm going to the school counsellor's office tomorrow and see if I can meet with someone. I honestly don't know what to do anymore. I've met some people here in Presque Isle, fellow classmates, and even though I've joined them for a couple of get-togethers, I don't really feel like part of the group. Hell, I never really feel like I'm part of a group, like I don't even belong there.
I'm a very lonely person.
I don't mean that in the just the jokingly "forever alone" kind way, but I mean truly lonely and constantly feeling like it's just me.
What's worse, and this is where the realization comes in, is that I brought (or constantly bring) it on myself. Almost all of my activities are things for myself, from reading to mindlessly surfing the net for far too long, to single player video games. The thing is, I've spent so much time by myself for years and years that I've just become accustomed to it.
I was chatting with Nourah earlier tonight and she said I was like that, even when we were dating. I admitted that I tend to just sort of live in my own world most of the time, to which she agreed.
The problem is, as I said, I've lived like this...in my own world...for far too long that I really don't know anything else. It's not that I can't be social. In fact, I'd like to think I'm a nice guy in real life, with a quick wit and smile, yadda yadda. It's not that I'm entirely anti-social. Thanks to my far too long life working in customer service, I've become the king of small talk.
It's just...well, for one, I don't really keep in good contact with people around me. I've realized that it's because I want to feel wanted. I don't usually invite people because it's either a) fear of reject that they're already busy (and most times, they are) or b) that I just want to feel included.
I'm going to the school counsellor's office tomorrow and see if I can meet with someone. I honestly don't know what to do anymore. I've met some people here in Presque Isle, fellow classmates, and even though I've joined them for a couple of get-togethers, I don't really feel like part of the group. Hell, I never really feel like I'm part of a group, like I don't even belong there.