"Welcome to my life..."

[matrixrefugee]

If you think you have problems, try being a twenty-eight year old woman who can't get her license, can't get a job that uses her talents, so thus she has to work at a goddamned grocery store and put up with maddening teenagers, parents with hideous children and evil old people; can't get a person of the complimentary gender to notice her and start a meaningful relationship, and thus has to suffer in silence because everyone around her is pairing off and getting married, and has some sort of problem going on between her ears that no one can put a name to. Try living with the pain of going through the broken engagement from hell and then seeing the guy you started to like up and marry someone else. And you can't talk to your nearly asexual parents about it because they don't seem to get how important a physical relationship is to you. If anything happened to this woman, no one would probably so much as blink, except her parents; there'd be all of two people at *that* funeral... She tries to make friends, but the one good friend she had goes chasing off halfway across the country, following some idea he could probably pull off better by getting some professional help, leaving her feeling completely abandoned. And at best, she feels completely isolated in social situations, since there's usually so much stimuli it drives her possibly autistic brain nuts.

Welcome to hell.

Comments

[cerulianphoenix.livejournal.com]

Wow, those are some of the longest sentences ever!

You've probably heard all this before, but all will work out. For now just offer all your suffering to the Lord and pray.

If you want a more temporal person to chat with my email and such is under my profile. I must warn you I'm quite inept in many things though, and I'm sure God could do a much better listening and advisement job than I could ever hope to do.

[matrixrefugee.livejournal.com]

I'm feeling a bit better now (thank God for creating chocolate... and for friends like you to cheer me up).

I've actually been told by a university professor that I sometimes write "long, complicated, unfocussed sentences", but I guess that's just part of my style. They're nowhere as long, though as a doozy of a sentence in the original French version of Victor Hugo's "Les Miserables" (or so I read in one version of the Guinness Book of World Records)

[cerulianphoenix.livejournal.com]

It's good to hear you're feeling better. I'm sure God made chocolate knowing you would love it one day!

This is the first time I've read a "long, complicated, unfocused sentence" from you.

I don't even want to get into the longest run-on sentence ever though, so I won't touch that.