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Originally Posted by OneInBillions
Sometimes the seeming cruelty of life bothers me too. Especially when I look at something like Facebook and realize all my old "friends" are now married with children, successful careers and everything whereas I'm a 30-year-old failure at life, a kissless virgin with no job, no real friends and no prospects, living in my parents' basement. Some people cannot even comprehend why others think of suicide, whereas I have to talk myself out of it all the time. Some are well-adjusted and successful, while I'm a broken person.
I've come to accept it, albeit grudgingly, as the variety of life. We're all different; it'd be an incredibly boring world if everyone was the same. Unfortunately life isn't fair, and there's no reason to it. It just is. I like to think that everyone has their challenges, but the reality is that some struggle more than others. But then I realize that those who live successful lives don't have to be as strong as I do. Maybe it's petty but I applaud myself for trudging on through so many difficulties that others will never face.
You need to look past the obvious comparison and read between the lines, IMO. There is no light without darkness, and there could be no geniuses without idiots, no successful people without failures. And your ability to live with extra challenges is perhaps even more impressive than the easy success of others, though it will never be as widely known. Give yourself more credit. You have just as much right to live and breathe as any millionaire, celebrity or genius, and don't ever think otherwise!
Oh, and to be totally honest I'd choose to meet you rather than her, or "allow you to live." Why? Because you sound like a much more interesting person. Believe it or not, perfection is actually a turn-off to some people. Just my two cents.
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See, I tale issue with is kind of advice. Am I really just supposed to accept my inferiority, to be happy being am idiot so others can be brilliant? Or perhaps take pride in my uselessness? I know competing is futile but...I can't seem to figure out how to approach it in a way that doesn't lead to constant self-deprecation.
Usually it's not the material things that concern me, but the talemt and gifts they represent. Not necessarily the prestige or status (though yeah, I'm a narcissistic notch who would love to be honored and respected... for something worth doing. I though recently how often people have told me how smart I am, based on little more than how I talk. Perhaps I'm articulate, but I don't say anything profound. So such compliments don't mean anything to me. Maybe I'm too negative.
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Originally Posted by vital
Do you r e a l l y want to go on vacations with bankers and CEOs?
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No, but that isn't the point. The point is someone with such charm and attractiveness to have this kind of life.
The same way I get upset reading about people being crazy-successful in academic fields I don't care much for. The point is they're intelligent enough to do it and, the way I look at it in that moment, displays that they're better people who will undoubtedly have happier, more fulfilling and meaningful lives, the likes of which I'll never experience...
Or at least that's how I think in the moment.