When do you just accept that life is dull, boring, and mostly just disappointing?
I’m sober, but life isn’t objectively “better.” Sure, I have money now, but little else seems better. I still have no friends, I have no relationship, I’m very lonely.
I’ve been told I need to find hobbies. I don’t know how, honestly. I work out now. I cycle. I learned how to cook. I eat well. I’m in great shape. I’ve tried doing things I find “interesting” lately. I’ve gone to car shows, collectible expos, outdoor stores. Just some things. I just don’t know what I’m “interested” in as a pass-time. I can’t just work, cook, work-out, repeat, then die.
There has to be more. I’m sure I am not articulating my frustration, but it’s been a visceral frustration with my loneliness and dissatisfaction with life.




I’m still lonely but less, I still have no real friends but I have like minded volunteer friends, and I find dating extremely hard.