But not from lack of opportunity. I’m afraid I’m too picky when it comes to friends even though some guys and even some women have made friendly overtures to me to go out and do something.
Some people like me but at the last minute I balk and decline invitations. Part of the reason is that I’m a single 55 year old male who’s life got interrupted by paranoid schizophrenia at age 19 and now I am trying to figure out my place in the world which I should have done when I was 19. It may sound stupid, but I’m trying to “find myself” and being alone sometimes helps me to figure it out.
My back is probably going to be injured for the rest of my life and I’m trying to grasp the fact that I am now going from being a physical person who likes sports and hard physical work to someone who can barely get around. And how I can get around my neighborhood knowing that it is a nice neighborhood most of the time but violence breaks out sometimes and in the condition my back is in, if worst comes to worst, I cannot run, and if I get pushed or knocked down even once, it is very, very possible that it could cripple me for far, far worse than I already am. I’m not being melodramatic, these are the facts.
But actually even some tough hoods AND pretty girls like me!! I fancied myself a tough guy when I was younger, I did some “stuff” that might have validated that label. And I think
about that sometimes. But now I’m ready to settle down and enjoy my life and become more social… I’m sorry if I post too much about myself, my intent is to try to help people, and I do that by example and I think of other people besides myself. Anyways, have a good Sunday people, see you in the funny papers.