November 27, 2011
I don’t know what to do any more. Actually let me start over:
I’ve gradually been feeling shittier and shittier the last month or so. A lot of it is tied to work and how degrading the experience there has been. I thought this job was going to be amazing, but the steady downtrend it’s been on over the last month is just phenomenal. The thing is, I can look back and see I’ve been in shitty situations before, gotten shafted a few times along the way. It’s been my own doing several times, but there are so many times it’s not. “Ha ha that’s Matt for you, always managing to get fucked over somehow”. I’ve been in so many situations where people have said “It sounds almost too ridiculous to be true, but I was there and I saw it happen” The thing is, I’m tired. I’m so tired of being that person and I don’t know how to stop it. It’s like the harder and smarter I work to put myself in a successful position the further off true success gets, or at least it doesn’t get any closer, and time is passing.
The constant barrage from my boss, the coworker that’s running to her constantly, and especially the other one that’s openly hostile towards me; it just makes this whole situation worse. It’d be one thing if they just needed to lay someone off because of the economy. But I’ve always had the ability to get along on at a casual level with 99.9% of the people I meet or work with. So even if close friends were lacking, I could at least work or go out somewhere in peace. If I don’t have that anymore what do I have? What’s left? It’s bad enough I’m constantly getting bombarded at work and being told how awful of an employee I am, which is a completely new experience for me. It’s another to basically be told you’re a bad teammate or person even.
I always thought I’d be successful; I’m smart, at least if you believe standardized testing. I get along well with people, I’m friendly, and honest to God I want to help others. But I’m not successful, and it’s looking like it’s not going to be happening for me. I was poor at times growing up, but I’m actually going to be worse off than my parents. 160,000 in student loans, no way to pay them off, and no way to get back to school and back into the sciences because my debt would go from crushing to abominable. Getting fired when I’m 30? Successful people aren’t getting shit-canned from work in their 30s. They’re not taking 12 years of education to get to the Masters level in a field they only marginally enjoy, and then getting bounced from their first real job. It’s depressing realizing you’re not going to get remotely close to a vast majority of your goals. Then this shit with work just pushes back everything; getting married to Wendy, having kids (which gets pushed back again for 5th or 6th time), getting a house of my own. I’m just so tired. It’s like this wet blanket just being cast over my entire life with how things have gone at work. I can barely muster up the effort to even go in at this point.
I’m struggling right now. I haven’t felt urges to hurt myself this strong in over a decade. I love being alive, but all of this shit just piling up, and it feels like it’s eating away at my joy for life. Thank God for Wendy, and birds, without those two things I don’t know what I’d be capable of doing to myself. But it’s there right now overwhelming almost; it’s like a feeling in the pit of my stomach all the way up into my chest, and out into my arms, this urge. It’s not even specific like “cut your wrists” or “inhale helium until your brain shuts down”. It’s just this urge, maybe to escape, I’m not sure, but it’s there and it’s strong and it’s vicious. It’s all I can do right now to keep breathing.
Then everything’s sort of been exacerbated by the fact that I really don’t have any close friends, and it’s really starting to catch up to me. As I said I have a ton of decent acquaintances, more than anyone I’ve ever met actually. It’s not like I don’t try to actually have friendships with several of them though, but nothing really ever happens despite my best efforts. Today was depressing as hell. A girl I know had a surprise birthday party, her husband and best friend threw it for her, a bunch of other people I knew went as well. That’s not the depressing part, it was actually fun. The depressing part was that several of the people that were there I had invited out for my 30th birthday. One person replied, and said they’d be coming. No one else replied. No one came. I had spoken to the one person an hour before and they said they’d be there, but fell off the face of the Earth. I’ll never forget sitting in the bar with Wendy, waiting for other people to show up, and realizing after a couple hours that no one was coming and that I was going to be spending my 30th birthday, which I had honestly been dreading for months, alone. Turns out the people I had invited and the person who fell off the face of the Earth were actually hanging out together at one of their apartments. They didn’t do it to be dicks, or to spite me. They just aren’t my friends. They’re happy to see me, happy to hang out with me if I’m there, but wouldn’t make the effort to come hang out. Almost all of them married, so many with houses/condos, a large majority of them with children. And I’m still so far away from all that, and I was given more opportunities than all of them before I pissed away 97% of my potential. So if I’m invited I show up, but if I do the inviting, or there’s ever a big moment for me nothing happens, no one comes, and there are no friends to celebrate with. I have virtually no friends.
I can’t believe how bad I’ve fucked up my life, with all the opportunities I’ve been handed. Literally handed on a golden fucking platter, and to see the pattern of how I shit on the gifts I was given is just soul crushing. I have an IQ of 139 and haven’t done jack shit with it. I started college 3 years early, and somehow took 8 years to get my bachelor’s. I went to multiple grad schools and racked up 160K in student loan debt to get a degree that I can’t pay a fraction of that for, but had no choice because by the time I got my bachelor’s I was in so far over my head debt wise I had to try and get to a higher pay grade via education. I have no friends. If I ever have kids it’s going to be deep into my 30s which is something I NEVER wanted to be doing. I live in a shit-hole apartment and can barely afford my rock-bottom rent. I’m going to most likely be fired this week from a job and no one can even pin point what the reason is, other than they don’t like me as a person. I wake up every morning and I’m somehow just as exhausted as when my head hit the pillow the night before and there’s just no end in sight, I can’t even talk to anyone about this because I can’t afford the copay for a therapist, and there’s no pill a psychiatrist can give me to take me back in time 10 years so I can undo the carnage I’ve inflicted on my life. I can’t talk to my mom about it, since any time my life takes even the slightest downturn she take the opportunity to tell me what a piece of garbage I am. I can’t talk to my dad because I don’t have that kind of relationship with him; we’re close, but I can’t talk to him about this shit. I have to actually stop writing now because this is making shit worse.
Anyway I usually am open with what’s going on in my life and how it’s effecting me at the gym. It’s like I’ve been on autopilot there this week. It used to be a sanctuary from the outside world for me, it’s over now, it’s no different than anywhere else. I can’t even post this on my regular workout blog because my family reads it and I don’t feel like worrying my dad or giving my mom more fodder