Life isn't so bad - a male perspective

Life isn't so bad...

I just went to pick up the phone, to tell someone that I had a lousy day.I wanted to tell someone that although I like my own company, tonight I feel a little lonely.

Then I realised that of my 'f'riends', they would either be:

- in bed (the workaholics and the parents)
- out getting drunk (the younger ones who still live with their parents)
- at the gym (the narcassistic ones)
- just too busy with their lives (those who's world only stretches as far as they want to see)

That's the thing - I just realised that I don't have any actual friends; I wonder how many people do?

Don't get me wrong, I know many people who I work and socialise with. Sometimes we even right-the-wrongs-of-the-world......but we never talk about what's really going on in our lives.

They aren't really interested in my problems. They don't want me to phone them up and take up a precious hour of their day. They just want to get on with their own lives.

I can understand that; my time is precious too.

They don't teach empathy in schools; their parents were too busy to spend time with them as kids... I've heard the same excuses as you have.

Are we, as a country (UK), as a culture, as a race, loosing a vital piece of our our humanity?

I am recently single, I'm misunderstood and unappreciated at work, and my health could be better......but life isn't so bad.

My house is my own, I have no debts, and a little money set aside for a rainy day.
I have a job.
I have a young son who I see for half the week.

I can cope with running the house, holding down a job, being a parent......it would just be nice to have someone to share it with.