Two months ago my girlfriend decided to break up with me. This was a woman with whom I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with, to have a family with. And from everything that was communicated to me by her, she felt the same way right up to the moment of dumping me. Worst part of it all was that she didnt talk to me leading up to it and that she didnt want to even attempt to fix whatever to her seemed like the correct reason for the break up. She assumed a bunch of shit, she took things out of context and unilaterally decided that things wont work and broke it off. This breakup blew open everything that is wrong with my life and I cant, and wont, sweep it under the rug again.
I dislike my job, its not challenging, its boring, its beneath me, it has no future, its not a career, its just income. Its a dream job for 90% of the people. I work for myself, I make my own hours, I make my own rules. I am solidly into upper middle class in New York City on a single income. I do what I want and I answer to no one. But it is a job that hasnt changed in 15 years. I have made no advances, I have made no changes, its the same thing and it has nowhere to go. I hate it.
I dislike where I live, both my condo and the city. I love the access to culture that living in NYC gives me but the people that I have to deal with do not align with my view of the world. Of course I cant say I looked that hard to find people that do so its just another thing that weighs me down mentally, another thing that is my fault. Also, I have lived in the same apartment for over a decade and its the same as it was when I bought it. I did nothing to it, havent changed anything, havent fixed anything. Its in the same static state that reminds me of the static place all of me has been in. And I hate it.
I had two best friends but now I have none. One I lost to the brain rot of progressivism, he is absolutely unbearable to be around and I feel nothing but contempt towards him. The other friend had a long history of perk abuse and one day, a few years ago, he decided heroine was a good idea. Luckily he made it through that alive (and somehow fatter than before) but now he has his own life, one that is very much removed from me, one where he is someone I do not know anymore.
And now I am alone. The relationship that I used to cover up the holes in my life is gone and all I have is this exposed wound that is constantly perturbed by everything that surrounds me, everything I cant avoid. And all the things that make me miserable today, are things of my own doing. I have lead a comfortable life, everything always came easy so I never tried anything hard. I cant say I challenged myself in any way in 40 years. Everything I hate about my life is a result of my choices and its quiet overwhelming.
Needless to say, I have been thinking a bit about where I am now and how I got here and how to get out. I have come to the conclusion that if I am to fix my life, I must change. I must have a goal and I must be find something that will challenge me.
So I have stopped reading for entertainment and started reading something more intellectually demanded, psychology primarily. I stopped wasting time with porn and twitch. I almost never watched TV before and that hasnt changed and I am certain "almost never" is now "never". I dont drink more than a glass of scotch once or twice a month and dont plan on changing this. I dont smoke. I started taking hour long daily walks and started lifting weights again. I have chosen a path for a career that I will pursue, at the exclusions of everything else, for the next year as that is how long it will take to know that I will make it along that path. I have decided that my hobby (collecting college degrees) has been just another form of escapism and I will no longer spend any time on it. And I have also begun slowly fixing and cleaning up where I live. In small chunks of time, here and there, but daily and without days off.
And (this gets its own paragraph because its important) I have begun writing daily in a journal. Just free form musings with no goal other than to work through my feelings and thoughts. This journaling has been a tremendous help, I highly recommend everyone who needs to arrange their thoughts to just sit down and write down what comes to mind. It has grounded me and my thoughts. My mind wanders around a lot less since I started and I can attribute a lot of my emotional recovery (thought I am nowhere near recovered, maybe 5%) to it.
So how am I doing? Thats relative. A year ago I was happy for what felt like the first time in my life. A month ago I was in what I can only refer to as hell. Today I am better than I was yesterday and tomorrow I will be better than I am today.
I will leave off this long...whatever the fuck...with a quote from Nietzsche, a quote that underlies what I have decided I must do with my life if I am to be happy and a quote that lays out what I believe to be important for a good, maybe even happy, life:
"When one has one’s wherefore of life, one gets along with almost every how."
If you made it this far, thanks for reading this long winded, disjointed and woefully incomplete mess.