When my father was my age, he'd already been married twice, and I certainly existed.
I'm in a position where I have absolutely no reason to go anywhere and interact with anyone outside of my immediate family.
The idea of meeting people for the sake of meeting people just bothers me.
Judging by the total number of people that have ever sought me out for anything non-academic, I clearly am missing some important social skills.
Even if I one day decided "screw it" and wanted to go to some sort of bar or club, I would have to go through someone else to make this happen. Even if I were to try to pay someone with no connection to my family to facilitate something of the sort, even my freakin' finances aren't private enough.
Or, in other words. I live with my parents, I can't drive, I live in a town where public transportation and sidewalks are terrible, and I've never gotten over the grade school idea that romantic interest in anyone is something to be embarrassed about.
This is not a pleasant situation.
I do have a place I can move to at some point. Currently my sister and her boyfriend are planning on moving in there at some point this year.
But. Gah. How in the world do I fix this pit of suck?
I suppose whining on the internet is the only place I can think to start.
Oh, maybe later this year was a bit optamistic. It seems my sister caught some drugged up a******* passed out under the place after having stolen tons of tools, materials, and objects with quite a lot of sentimental value, and tore up the walls and wiring. My father--not a particularly violent man--has said that it is fortunate that the police got there before he did (something about a stake through the heart...?).
Ah, of course. Had to go and throw in something legitimate to whine about. I can't tell if someone's trying to teach me something, or just has a dark sense of humor.
