Valentine’s…
Another memo about my failure as an adult. At the warehouse I’m working lots of the package and merch are hearts, plushies, and similar heart shaped stuff, plus some Xmas decorations for some fucking reason…
Is there any way to escape it? I guess not. I probably wouldn’t think too much about it if I was younger but since last week was my bday ready to remind me that I’m getting old… This back to back just crushes me.
But I am. I’ve never met ANYONE. No kiddie romance, no middle school crush or first girlfriend, no sex life, nothing. That dude is going to die but at least his life had a meaning and fulfilled his purpose. He can complain all he wants, he did his “thing” married, got kids and so on…
I’m zero on that.
Do you desire to have those things or do you want to leave an impact on the world? If you don’t actually desire to have romantic/sexual relationships with other humans that’s fine and no matter how much importance allo people assign them you shouldn’t feel like you need them.
I think you accidentally a huge Freudian slip on your second sentence.
I don’t see it. Even before the correction